#l.secret!

[notaxfairytale]

SECRET:

Raised in a household of 3 brothers, Candice had always been a little bit of a tomboy. Wrestling had always been an interest for her, adapting to the “if ya can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em!” lifestyle. So instead of arguing with her army of older brothers on what to watched, she typically watched whatever they did with them. Thus, sparking her initial interest in the sport as a fan.

During her senior year of high school, Candice had been dating a boy named Jake, who was a freshman in college. The two had met at a party a friend of a friend was hosting and instantly hit it off. They dated for two years, until she grew tired of his drunken, violent stupors becoming reoccurrences. The final straw was when one of her brothers noticed bruises on her arms from where Jake had gripped her too tightly, instantly questioning her on where they’d come from. Reluctantly, she’d confessed, promising that she’d handle the situation on her own and get help if she really needed it.

Too afraid to break up with him, Candice began taking personal defense classes. She vowed to be prepared should a situation arise again. It was during her training that the idea of wrestling professionally occurred, quickly taking up classes in the ring during her free time from culinary school. After her first win, she became confident enough to break the news to her soon to be ex-boyfriend, no longer wanting to live tied down to someone who didn’t truly love her the way she deserved.

It is because of the trauma relating to her abusive ex that Candice is a bit jumpy and iffy in regards to physical intimacy. She doesn’t like being touched unless she allows it or trusts the person in question, which is a very, very small circle of friends and of course, her fellow wrestlers in the ring. This is also why she feels so strongly about women’s wrestling and intergender wrestling. She believes that women are strong and deserve the chance to accomplish all that the male wrestlers do.

[ragdollthoughts]

Secret Life. ☟☟

↘ Check under the cut for her secret. ↙

⤷ When Lyric was just sixteen years old, she was sold to a man named Ezekiel by her father. It was due to money issues as to why she was sold into an escort business so early. Because of this her father and mother, divorced. It was shortly after the twins turned ten years old.

⤷ At the age of eighteen, Ezekiel could no longer afford to keep her so she was sold to another, a woman by the name of Aberdeen. Aberdeen was not a kind woman. She didn’t care about her girls at all. Most of them were missing fingers or even their eyes due to bad guys who would rent the girls out for parties, or whatever.

⤷ Due to being part of Aberdeen’s hoard of females, she met a guy named Noah. Noah was probably one of the worst things that ever happened to her. She was just nineteen when this man took her, and ruined her. She was on drugs, drinking more than she possibly should. Anything so she couldn’t feel the pain that Noah put her through. 

⤷ Her mental state wasn’t always clear. Even when she was a young girl. She suffers from the following disorders ➜ Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Hypoactive Sexual Desire Disorder,  Schizophrenia.

⤷ When she was twenty-one/twenty-two years old, she met Liam Payne. They became really close friends, and partners in a way. Just after she turned twenty one years old, Lyric wound up pregnant by Liam. She never told him that it was his child. She couldn’t tell him because she was afraid that he would leave, laugh at her, tell her no. So, she kept it a secret. He doesn’t know yet, though she’s unsure if she’ll tell him or not.

⤷ When Luna was six months old, Lyric got in trouble with the law. And she had to give Luna to her mother, so she wouldn’t be taken away from her. She’d still be with the family. She spent three months in a women’s correctional place, due to a schizophrenia flare up.

⤷ After she was out of the correctional place, she went back to her party life, but it wasn’t as heavy. And during a freak accident, she met The Skarsgård Brothers, at a party in Las Vegas. She spilled her drink all over Bill, thus sparking their friendship, dating/courtship.

[wolfiesdiary-blog]

the entire history of wolfgang

His parents lived in Potsdam, Germany, during the Russian occupation. Being in the east side of the wall, his parents had very little money and emigrated to the richer west side as soon as the Berlin wall came down - his mother was pregnant and wanted a better life for her son. Wolfgang was born in the suburbs of Berlin on June 30th 1990, not even a year after the fall. They weren’t the only family who moved in hopes of a better life, thus the job opportunities were very scarce. His father soon became a thief in order to take care of his family. While at home, he would get drunk and refuse to talk about where the money was coming from, often mistreating his mom. As he aged, Wolfgang started to notice what was going on in his house. When he was eight, his mother fled home. Now he understands that it was because she was sick of being beaten up and yelled at by his father, but at that age he was mostly angry at her for leaving him behind. Without a wife to unleash all his frustrations on, Wolfgang’s father started to hit him instead. For a couple of years, he was constantly bruised thanks to his father. He had to lie several times at school about the reason for his bruises, and at the end ended up dropping out without completing high school. Instead, his father had him picking locks and cracking safe codes, always hitting him when he didn’t cooperate. When he was sixteen, Wolfie had enough of that life and, now almost a man, started hitting back. It wasn’t long before he had killed his own father with a hammer to the head. He fled the house and slept on the streets for a couple of nights, resorting to stealing so he could afford hostels and food. Soon he worked as a locksmith by day and a thief by night.

When he was 20, he knew Germany wasn’t for him anymore and he should try life elsewhere. Wolfgang stole enough money to buy a marriage as a way to move to the US. He married a woman named Shae who was desperate for money for her own reasons, who he met at a bar in Berlin. It worked wonders. They got married in Berlin a week after they met and moved to the US as soon as possible, parting ways as soon as he had his permanent residency.

[li-onsden-blog]

niykee signed to her first record label when she was just eighteen years old after moving to new york with her manager. the men at the label saw two young girls (her and her manager) and thought that they would be easily manipulated and taken advantage of. niykee released her first ep under the label, with the label trying to change her image, photoshopping her photos to make her look thin despite how proud she was of her curves, etc. but niykee was so excited to finally release some music officially rather than just on youtube or soundcloud, that she overlooked this. but things started to get worse. the label continued trying to change her, they even told her to fire her manager and use one that they picked for her and niykee absolutely refused, her manager being the only person who believed in her, and as far as she was concerned, her savior from the life she would have been living if she had never swooped her away from her painful existence in chicago. when the label realized that niykee was not as easy to manipulate as they had bargained for, things got really ugly. by the time niykee was halfway through her 19th trip around the sun, her label had basically put her on a blackout. they refused to approve any of her music for her to release it for money, so she was only able to release music on soundcloud and youtube. they told her that she needed them to pay for producers, so niykee buckled down and learned to produce herself to prove to them that she didn’t need them. niykee’s die hard followers made releasing all of her music for free something niykee didn’t entirely mind, but there was one thing that niykee couldn’t do without funding. and that was go on tour. niykee had never toured before, having incredible anxiety that terrified her of stepping on stage. (niykee never wanted to be a performer, she just wanted to be a songwriter but when she saw the way people related to her songs when she was a teenager posting them online, she knew she had to try and be something for these people). niykee knew she wouldnt feel confident without months of dance lessons and backup dancers with her, something that made the prospect of going on tour even more expensive.

before her 20th birthday, niykee and her manager moved away from new york and to her managers hometown, malibu. they stayed with her managers very wealthy parents for a few months before they moved into their own place. being a social media star, niykee was doing club appearances and hostings that her manager booked, with nothing to do with her record label or even really with her music, but having to make money and promote herself somehow. also taking any chance to spend time with her fans even if it wasn’t preforming to them.

niykee met the owner of a club in miami where she did appearances frequently, and the club owner saw a young, promising, playboy model, instagram star, singer, and took a liking to her. he asked her on a few dates, and while niykee definitely wasn’t the type to say yes to this, she saw it as an opportunity to maybe play a few shows at his clubs without the expense of having to travel too far. niykee went out for a few drinks with the man and they continued to talk a bit. he was about ten years older than her, but niykee didn’t really care because she didn’t intend to date or sleep with the man. but soon niykee found out that not only did he own a couple of clubs in florida, but he owned about twelve in total all across north america. niykee realized how much money the man had, and well, desperate times call for desperate measures.

niykee started to date the man (secretly, because they both agreed that it’d be better if no one found out due to their age difference, niykee not wanting her fans to know she was seeing a man she had nothing in common with who was 15 years her major and him not wanting potential business partners to know he was dating a 19 year old). the man spoiled niykee, and he really had no clue that she didn’t actually like or have feelings for him. he knew about her problems with her label and the lack of funding and support they were giving her and he helped her out immensely, he paid for the best choreographer in florida to work with niykee for about six months, something that was incredibly expensive and about a year later, niykee was suiting up to go out on her first headlining tour. she had 2 backup dancers booked and was currently in the middle of rehersing with them, and her manager had booked the entire tour herself without the labels help, and the two of them were promoting the tour entirely themselves, and miraculously, every single date of it sold out. 

but there was still the issue of where the money to actually go on the tour was going to come from? how were they going to print all their merch, pay for transportation, hotel rooms, food, pay the backup dancers, pay a merch guy/girl, etc? niykees manager had no idea, but niykee, willing to do just about anything to make sure her and her managers plans worked out and that she never disappointed her loyal fans, had a plan up her sleeve.

by this point niykee had distanced herself from the older man and had started dating someone her own age, the older man texted and called her all the time, trying to convince her to see him but she had no problem ignoring him. niykee still had the older mans online banking information memorized, from watching him log into it on his phone or computer over the months when they were together. she logged into his account, and e-transfered 20 grand to herself. the man had so much money in the bank, that she didn’t think he’d ever notice 20 grand (we’re talking a few million). and she was right, he didn’t notice. niykee went on tour with the money, and thought she’d never get caught. the tour niykee had been on finished in december, when niykee turned 21, and it wasn’t until that spring during tax season, a year into her relationship with her new boyfriend when the older man was filling his taxes and his accountant asked him what that 20 grand was used for. he looked at it, traced the email it was transfered to (it was just a random one that niykee used in case he did see the transaction but he still managed to get it traced to her.) and realized what niykee did.

the man started blackmailing niykee, telling her that if she didn’t start sleeping with him and basically doing everything he told her to, he’d turn her in. niykee had to break up with her current boyfriend despite being very in love and happy with him, and the older man has basically owned her ever since.

[writtenaswentz-blog]

secret

When I was in college, before I dropped out, I was an emotional mess. And that led to a lot of bad decisions- including one that led me to getting a guy’s name tattooed on the inside of my back thigh. The guy wasn’t actually anybody I ever dated- it was the name of the man my current girlfriend was cheating with. I got it covered up with what looks like a mirror shattering- but it’s still a constant reminder that I wasn’t good enough for somebody. Oops. -plkwiii

9//13//17

[fergalflop-blog]

trigger warning: guns, murder, weapons

secret one: Fergal has worked with the Irish mob since the age of 18 as a hit man.

When Fergal was 15, a boy named Aiden moved into his neighborhood. The two boys became fast friends and pretty inseperable. A few months after Aiden moved to Bray, a man came to visit him. Aiden proudly introduced Fergal to him, letting Fergal know this was his uncle. The man introduced himself as Garret, shaking Fergal’s hand. He didn’t know it yet, but he’d be getting to know the man extremely well in the matter of the next three years.

Garret became a regular companion to the boys in the next few months taking them to football matches, the wrestling matches Fergal found, out on the town. He treated them both well, and Fergal never thought to question it. This was Aiden’s uncle. He obviously had money to spend and wasn’t afraid to do so. Fergal always asked if he could pay him back but the man always refused. Coming from a fairly middle class home himself, Fergal knew how much some families could struggle, so he appreciated the man and his generosity.

When Fergal was 18, he was beginning to make a name for himself in Ireland’s wrestling scene. Aiden and Garret would attend his matches often, so it was nothing out of the norm to see them both there. While making his entrance, Fergal noted some other men had joined Garret and Aiden, but he didn’t recognize them. After his match, Aiden came to find him and congratulate him with his uncle in tow. The men he had been sitting with were also lingering behind him. Garret clapped him on the back and congratulated him as well, inviting him out for a pint at a nearby pub. He agreed, bid Aiden farewell as he disappeared with his girlfriend, and told Garret to give him 10 minutes and he’d meet them there.

Their chat over a pint was light, not touching on anything too out of the norm for idle talk. Garret introduced the men he was with to Fergal; Tomas and Charlie. The men were polite, but Fergal had a feeling they were anxious about being there. Garret placed his hands on the table, looking across the way at Fergal with an intense gaze. He told him he had something serious to offer him. Intrigued, Fergal told him to continue. Garret and his companions quickly set into talking about a “career” they wanted Fergal involved in. He quickly stopped them and told them his career was in wrestling, that he wasn’t interested in doing anything else. Garret raised a hand to stop him, willing him to just listen to what they had to say before he made a decision.

What the men posed to him seemed dangerous, but lucrative. As they continued explaining to him, things began to click for Fergal. These men weren’t assumed bankers or business men. These men worked within the mob. And they had an eye on him; wanted him. The thought was jarring, but Fergal knew how to restrain his outward display of emotion even at 18. He balked at the number they quoted him for sticking with them long term. It seemed stupid to pass up.

He accepted their offer over the next round of beers, pelting them all with questions about what exactly he’d be doing and how much they’d be helping him. Morally, he knew this wasn’t entirely right. Money for people’s lives? He had been raised to think of killing as wrong, but he knew Garret and he wasn’t a bad man. He was a kind and compassionate man with a good sense of humor. He was gentle with Aiden’s dog and baby sister, he was affectionate towards his extended family; nothing Fergal had witnessed of this man’s character screamed “bad” to him.

Over the next month, the four met in fairly sketchy places in Bray, Dublin and the surrounding area. It was all for Fergal’s training. He learned how to truly fight and throw hands. His ring experience as a wrestler helped him greatly, as well as his quickness on his feet. They taught him how to move without making a sound, how to pickpocket, how to throw knives, even shoot a gun. He felt like a modern day Artful Dodger in a way.

The men chose when he was fit enough to carry out a job; Fergal remembered the night clearly. It was late August, and the sun had just set when Aiden came around looking for Fergal. By this time, Fergal knew Aiden had also been integrated into the mob, so seeing him wasn’t much surprise. His parents didn’t question it, just knowing the two boys were close friends.

Aiden told Fergal it was time, which sent chills throughout his body. It felt surreal now that the moment was here. It was time to see what he was really made of.

The boys recieved their instructions from Garret as he drove them closer to the location where they’d be performing their job. Fergal’s stomach was in knots as he changed in the back of the van into something more appropriate. Garret’s instructions were fairly simple; they were to kill a man and set it up to look like an accident or suicide. Two pairs of eyes were better than one, he said, so the boys were teaming up. Aiden looked just about as nervous as Fergal felt, which wasn’t very comforting, but there was no turning back. Assuring the boys the house was empty besides their target, Garret dumped them a ways from the home in the shadows. By now it was pretty black, but they didn’t want to risk being spotted. 

Fergal and Aiden creeped around the home’s gardens, looking around for a way in. They spotted a window cracked on the first floor, and with a slight boost, they were both in. The house was even more luxurious on the inside than it was on the out. Fergal tapped Aiden on the shoulder, motioning around the room. He mouthed “who is this” to him, and Aiden merely shrugged.

They snuck their way through the home, both boys light on their feet. They came across a study with the door propped at an angle. Inside, they could hear small noises of movement and soft music playing for a record player.

Fergal shakily reached for his weapon, feeling the hilt of the gun sticking up from his waistband. Garret had given it to him in the van but told him it was for emergency only, that he should only threaten with the gun, not actually use it. Aiden nodded at Fergal, making sure he was okay before they burst into the room.

Aiden went first, not afraid to make noise since they were alone. Fergal followed behind like a ghost. The man had obiously not been expecting anyone, as he jumped in his chair and looked at the boys in stunned silence. “Who are you? What are you doing in my home?”

Aiden angrily told him to shut up, pulling a blade from his waist. The man gulped, whimpering as Aiden grabbed him roughly and put the blade to his neck. “Not a word, old man.” Fergal stood, watching them, his hand still poised behind his back to grab his gun. Aiden looked to him and nodded.

The questioning began and Fergal deciding that being loose with the gun was his best intimidation tactic. He wasn’t entirely sure why he was asking this man these questions, but it wasn’t his place to know. He was there to follow orders. The man sounded feeble and afraid with the two pointing weapons at him. Aiden still had his blade to his neck, pressing it firmly against the man’s neck whenever he’d hesitate to answer Fergal’s questions. 

A noise came from behind Fergal, something soft and quiet. He turned quickly to face the noise, surprised when he saw another person standing there. The next few moments happened so quickly, he felt like he barely blinked. The person standing in the doorway surprised him so much, he found himself squeezing the trigger before he could even realize the cost of his actions. The girl in the doorway couldn’t have been any older than six. A scream of terror left the old man’s mouth as her body collapsed to the floor. Aiden knocked him upside the head, snarling to keep him quiet.

Fergal’s eyes were wide with panic, his eyes going from the young child to the gun in his hand. He was shaking ever so slightly and he could hear his heartbeat in his ears. Aiden said his name, snapping him back to reality, and urged him that they needed to go. He swallowed thickly, and walked over to the pair at the desk, shoving the gun into the man’s unwilling hand. He was looking at the boys with tears in his eyes, his voice pleading for them not to do this. 

There was no option not to follow through with this. He had killed someone innocent and the man was witness. They had only meant to kill him. Garret’s information was flawed, and that made Fergal’s blood boil. He shoved the barrel of the gun to the man’s temple, his own hand wrapping around the man’s to hold his fingers firmly against the trigger. Aiden had backed away by this point, but was still hovering close by in case Fergal needed assistance.

The man begged and pleaded, snot running down his face, but Fergal was blocking it all out. All he could see was the young girl’s lifeless body dropping to the floor again and again, like a movie stuck in a loop. The bang of the gun finally brought him back to reality, and he dropped his hand from the gun like it had been burned. Aiden grabbed at his arm frantically, urging him to go now.

The boys fled off into the night, making haste towards their pickup location where Garret was hiding, waiting for them. He wasn’t going to be pleased. Both boys knew that, but there was no lying to Garret. They understood the consequences for lying. Even though Aiden and Fergal were close to him, there were no exceptions made for liars, not even family. He’d be angry, but it was better than the anger they’d witnessed when someone lied to the man.

[inzainmindofmine-blog]

still in progress;;

Zayn has a lot of anger built up in his head. And it just keeps getting worse and worse as he gets older. When he was younger it started because of his religious upbringing and knowing he couldn’t ever truly be himself. Not that he had any idea who that was, he still doesn’t. But he never felt comfortable in his own skin. And it just got more magnified once he joined One Direction. He basically signed his life away to get rich and famous. Which he didn’t even want to do but he felt he had to in order to not let his family down. He tried to be good. He really did, but he never could. His anger just kept overtaking him and he got in a lot of trouble. He really should have been in jail more than once but 1DHQ always bought people off and kept things quiet. He was always the “mysterious” one. The artsy one. And he lived up to that. But he was also very angry and very violent. And knowing he could get away with it, made things so much worse. He hid it from everyone though, knowing his mess would be cleaned up. The boys in 1D never knew and Perrie never knew. It wasn’t until the end, when girls started coming forward with stories, that Perrie even began to give up on him and on them. Their breakup was ugly and messy and there’s still a lot of angst and anger there.

Zayn eventually made the choice to leave 1D unexpectedly with Simon allowing him to buy himself out of the contract just to get rid of the problem he was always causing. But he’s still under their rule. His life is still controlled and he’s still angry. His reps and PR are still cleaning up everything he does. He deals by doing a lot of drugs because he swears that keeps his anger down. But it doesn’t. He’s still very violent. But it’s mostly toward himself now. He gets scared of people getting too close to him and finding out he’s not exactly nice. And he’s not exactly straight (part two-ish of the secret) He hasn’t even accepted that of himself. He’s got an active sex life with another male but he swears it’s only cause he gets high and loses his mind.

tl;dr - he’s got major anger issues, self hate/harm issues, drug issues and won’t deal with his sexuality. Which only fuels all the other problems.

[regretitxll-blog]

tag dump

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please unfollow the following :

PAIGE DUDDY ● inactive

the following roles are on hiatus :

MORGAN PARRIOTT ● until 09/27

the following members have not yet posted an update ( on sideblog ) and are being asked to please do so whenever you can : 

reminder: updates should be tagged either l.update! or l.elucidate! so that they can be easily found when checks are being done

amber bain

dave escamilla ( not tagged correctly )

fergal devitt

harry styles

yasmine yousaf ( not tagged correctly )

zayn malik ( not tagged correctly )

the following members have not yet posted a secret ( on sideblog ) and are being asked to please do so whenever you can :

secrets should be tagged with l.secret!

fergal devitt

g eazy

harry styles

jp cappelletty

katabasis king

louis tomlinson

mgk

madelaine petsch

niykee heaton

tom holland

xavier rexha

[fergalflop-blog]

tag dump

[luminaryrp-blog1]

are bio pages required on our charas blog to showcase their secret?

no, bio pages aren’t required ! you can just write out your characters secret at any time on their sideblog and tag it with “l.secret!” so that the magazine and gossip blogs can find them easily. your secret doesn’t need to be developed when you join, you can have some time to think about it and just post it on the sideblog when you have it figured out. this way you can also add a secret at any time !