Doctor Amelia Ward

Doctor Amelia Ward | 60 | Ward Security Board Manager | Gildedhq

[maverickhearst]

ofchryseum​:

Gilded Themed Ask Meme 💌

Send a few questions to everyone who reblogged before you to make sure everyone is included! 

Ambrosia Fitzalan-Howard: What is your muse’s society code name, and how did they pick it? 

Amelia Ward: Does your muse want children? How many? What would they want to name them?

Archer Hearst: What is your muse’s current lockscreen pic?

Asher O’Connor: What is the last concert/live event your muse went to?

Astrid Van Renesslaer: What are your muse’s favourite artists/pieces of art?

Bocephus Morgan: What would your muse say is their worst habit?

Cordelia Brentwood-Zorkin: If your muse could go/go back to university and study anything they wanted for interest only, what would they pick?

Deniz Demir: Share a picture of your muse’s last holiday.

Edward Saxe-Coburg and Gotha: What is the most trouble your muse has ever been in?

Elise Morgan: Where are your muse’s favourite places to holiday?

Étienne De Polignac: What are some examples of your muse’s personal style?

Floraigh Corriegarth: In their country, how would your muse vote?

Garci de Borbon: What is your muse’s favourite book?

Genevieve Donovan: What are your muse’s guilty pleasures?

Hugo Teng: What languages does your muse speak? How did they come to learn them?

Jaehyun Yi: What is your muse’s biggest secret?

Juliette Beauchamp: What is your muse’s favourite holiday?

Kent Donovan: How does your muse speak ie. accent, tone, style, vocabulary etc.?

Konstantin Zorkin: List some aesthetics for your muse.

Lachlan Kelso: Does your muse play any sports? Or did they play any when they were younger?

Lara Kelso: Of all their achievements, which is your muse most proud of?

Leontine Morgan: Who does your muse look up to as a role model?

Lilia Boutroux: Does your muse drive? If so, what do they drive? If not, how do they get around?

Lorelei Vanderbilt: What is your muse’s coffee order?

Lorena Knight: How many followers on Instagram does your muse have?

Lucie Lockhart: What is an unpopular opinion that your muse has?

Maverick Hearst: What is your muse’s favourite piece of clothing/accessory?

Milo Baptiste: What is your muse’s favourite photo of themselves?

Olympe Baptiste: Can your muse play any musical instruments?

Orion Van Renesslaer: Does your muse have tattoos? What do they have? Or what would they get if they were to?

Poppy Saxe-Coburg and Gotha: What is your muse’s middle name? What does it mean? Why did they get given it?

Regina Ward: What drink does your muse order at a bar?

Reign Hearst: Who was your muse’s first or current celebrity crush?

Roselyn Emery: What is your muse’s favourite flower?

Royce Ward: What is your muse’s home like?

Seren Fleming: What are your muse’s favourite movies and television shows? 

Theodore Blair: What is your muse’s favourite food/meal?

Wesley Emerson: What are some of your muse’s favourite songs?

Yasmin Chatterjee: What is your muse’s approximate net. worth?

Zev Tisch: What does self care look like to your muse?

MAVERICK | POPPY | YASMIN | SEREN

[maverickhearst]

misty-reeyus​:

im tired of all these askmemes being for otps tbh

so leave a brotp/platonic ship in my ask and i’ll tell you:

who steals french fries off the other’s plate

who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a couple

who has to bust or bail the other out of jail

who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues

who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes

who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk

who starts and who wins the pillow fights

who says “your pants would look better on their floor” to the other’s potential crush

MAVERICK | POPPY | YASMIN | SEREN

[crownedward]

POINT COUNT ( 06/08 - 17/08 )   claiming 25 points for AMELIA WARD 

point breakdown : replies: 5 x 1 = 5 points  starters: 3 x 5 = 15 points development 1 x 5 = 5 points points total : 25 points AMELIA WARD now has 29 points. 

[crownedward]

gildedward​:

“ a fight, ” he says with an exasperated sigh, eyes squeezing shut as he pinches the bridge of his nose, “ implies that both sides were taking shots at each other, and that wasn’t the case. i just refused to let you keep antagonizing my girlfriend; if you’d done the same for yasmin then maybe i wouldn’t have spent years trying to drive her away. ” perhaps all he’d really wanted to see was his mother love someone enough to defend them, not for her to pick someone who could put up with the most abuse. yasmin had defended herself well for years against the ward childrens’ onslaught, but she shouldn’t have had to. not alone. 

“ so the ‘ fight ’ stops when you choose to stop fighting. and i will try, in return, to be less angry with you. but i don’t know when — or if — things can go back to the way they were. i can’t promise that. ”

“If I had done the same for Yasmin?” Amelia spat back, “Don’t sit there acting all high and mighty, Royce. You know for a fact I tried. You and your sister were going to do whatever you wanted because she wasn’t your father. Like you did with all my relationships prior to her. You only began to like her when you saw what it was like to watch someone you love take shots at someone else you love” Amelia took a deep breath, forcing herself to think. She had to be careful, she was walking on eggshells. One slip and her entire relationship with her son was gone. “it’s fine, you know what. That’s my fault too then. I’m a horrible mother and horrible girlfriend. Anything else you would like to add?”

“I’m done fighting, I can’t fight anymore even if I wanted to. “

[crownedward]

yasminchatterjee​:

yasmin paused briefly, her eyes flicking over to amelia’s. “well, there is that,” she agreed, lips curving upwards into a small smile. “and i’ve become quite fond of them as well.”

Amelia smiled softly, absentmindedly playing with the ring on her finger. The last few weeks had been total crap but as the waters were calming she could see the positives from it. “You have no idea how happy that makes me” she replied, turn her head to look at Yasmin. “Although I hope you never stop calling them gremlins. I thought that was rather cute”

[lovelustlouboutins]

[crownedward]

@yasminchatterjee​

“You know, a good thing about all this is that now our wedding should be much less awkward now the children are much more fond of you”

[crownedward]

when: 7th of August with: @ofcercatrova​ (Regina)

“You, me. All day or for as long as you can put up with me as promised” Amelia grinned, leaning in the doorway. Oh how she loved their mother/daughter days together. They worked together, sure and even lived together some of the time but nothing could beat a day out, just the two of them and nothing else to worry about. “I was thinking maybe a walk along the lake or river to start unless there was something else you had in mind?”

[crownedward]

gildedward​:

the intensity in his gaze falters for a moment, and royce shifts his attention from amelia to his hands, idly twirling a pen between his fingers purely for something to distract himself. his food sits in front of him, untouched — royce’s appetite had abandoned him not long after he’d invited amelia to his office for lunch, which is a shame, he thinks, after mavi had gone through such lengths to prep meals for him ahead of her absence this week. 

that it had taken this long for his mother to see how much maverick had changed not only hurts but infuriates royce, but he supposes it’s better late than never. and here she was, pleading for another chance ( how many had he given her now? three? four? ). he deliberates for what feels like hours, though only seconds have passed between them when he finally answers, “ i hope you know that it’s not enough this time to just say sorry. you really will have to try. and you’ll have to mean it. ” 

forgiveness from royce ward was rare to come by, but he himself had been forgiven recently for the years spent antagonizing someone he’d come to love dearly, and it would feel like the pinnacle of hypocrisy not to extend that same courtesy here. just this once. “ i miss you, too. ”

“I will try, I will try my damn hardest” She wasn’t lying. She would give it her all, bite her tongue as hard and as often as needed until it becomes second nature. None of the comments was worth losing Royce. She should have never put her own feelings before his and now she never will again. Her children come first. That’s all that matters. 

Amelia bit back a small sob, a sense of relief washed over her. He did miss her, she hadn’t completely screwed up. “Does this....does this mean we can stop being so angry at each other? I l love you so much, I can’t keep fighting you”

[crownedward]

Her relationship with her mother had always been complicated. The two of them didn’t get along, her mother never gave them a chance to. The second her father wanted out of their marriage when she was five Tabatha Cole took her chance and ran. Amelia had been so angry at that originally, the older she’s grown the more she could understand why. The one thing that pulled at her heart was why leave her? What had she done to deserve her mother’s lack of attention? She worked hard to get it, thought she hadn’t earned it enough and needed to work harder. Nothing she did was enough. She hadn’t been around much while she was growing up. The odd visit every now and again when it was convenient or needed to pull on the heart strings of an investor “I’m building an empire for my daughter” she would tell them before leaving Amelia back with her father and his wife, ignoring her until she needed her as a pawn once more. 

She hadn’t attending her wedding. Amelia hadn’t been surprised, it wasn’t like she had attended much of her other events. Even her father had the guts walk her down the isle to the man he wanted her to marry. 

It wasn’t the only life event of Amelia’s she had missed, there were many events a mother should have been apart of that she wasn’t. Amelia found this difficult, most people in her circle had parents that were distant but at least they could contact them to tell them important things. Tabatha arrived in Amelia’s life when it seemed convenient for her.

She relied heavily on Thomas’s mother when she fell pregnant with her first child. It was the only time she had ever had a decent relationship with her. She had been afraid becoming attached, not wanting to go through the pain of abandonment a second time around. She had been terrified of becoming a mother, her fear of being just like her ran deep. What if she wasn’t good enough? What if she couldn’t love her children the way she wanted to? She didn’t how to be a mother.

The second Regina was placed into her arms all understanding as to why her mother was distant towards her disappeared. She couldn’t understand how someone could bring a child into the world, their own flesh and blood and not love them with everything they had. How could they not want to give them everything? 

Tabatha didn’t meet her Granddaughter until she was nearly a year old, she had been left in the care of a nanny while Amelia attended an important meeting that couldn’t have a screaming colic baby interrupting (as much as it broke her heart to leave her there). She returned home to her daughter cradled in her mother’s arms. Every part of her wanted her to be back, wanted her to say that she was going to hang around but she wasn’t going to. “She looks like her father, that’s a shame” the first words she had heard her mother speak in years. Her words sat horribly in her chest, feeling like she failed as a mother because her daughter didn’t look like her. “The nightclubs are going under” were her next words. She hadn’t stayed long after Amelia handed her a check.

As she and her children grew older the contact became more frequent but only whenever she needed money or to criticise her. “You can’t let that bastard take your spot as CEO” “If you were better at your job he’d have given it to you” “You couldn’t even bring yourself to love him.”  This only pushed Amelia to work harder, be better but not just to prove her mother wrong. For her children. The company was theirs, rightfully theirs. Everything she had done since their birth had been for them and everything she ever would do would be for them as well

 In 2013 it became public news exactly what Tabatha Cole was like. She had been arrested on multiple counts of tax evasion, contempt of court, money laundering and drug offences. Amelia hadn’t been surprised to read it in the paper and had been even less surprised when investigators tore apart her office. Her mother had tried to shift the blame to her, tried to drag her name through the mud. She had been prepared for this, it didn’t take too much digging to realise her mother wasn’t where she got her skills in business from. Her day in court came and her skill as an negotiator and lawyer were on full display. Any question about her involvement were removed and Amelia began the process of cleaning up what parts of her image had been dragged through the mud in the public eye.

Her mother was scum, it wasn’t news to her. To her children it might have been a little confronting but she knew they were smart enough to know their grandmother wasn’t exactly an angel. There was a reason she shielded them from her. The text message from her father “Good girl” told her everything she needed to know. 

August 10th 2015

The phone call sunk right into her chest. “We need you to identify her” She felt sick. Her death was under investigation. She got herself a plea deal. Every single one of her associates were going under. So many answers were needed but Amelia couldn’t bring herself to care enough to pursue them

TABATHA COLE FOUND DEAD. MURDER? DRUGS? 

partying was the answer. a deadly concoction of too many things. Possibly by her own doing, maybe not. Her lifestyle finally caught up with her. It was in the news for days, no matter where she looked it seemed to be in her face. She attended the funeral but did little else.

2020

Her mother had been on her mind often recently. Her fight with Royce brought back many memories and painful truths. Ignoring her son, not giving him the basic decency of trusting him and his opinion of his girlfriend. Ignoring him because she was only thinking about herself. The distance between them that had only been growing terrified her. Maybe she really was her mother, hell, she even cheated on the one woman she ever truly loved all because she was selfish.

August 10th 2020

she knew it had been coming, everything had been piling up on her and her mind. The distance from her children, her fling, the stress of everything settling on her shoulders, it wasn’t like her mother to be out done. A reporter tweeted it at her. An article titled “Five years on. Was Tabatha Cole’s death truly accidental?” along with a request for comment. A quick check of the date and Amelia was pouring herself a glass of wine and moving to the window looking over the city. She resisted the urge to throw her phone. Instead slipping it gently into her pocket and staring out over the city. Not even in death could her mother let her be. Deep down she wanted to know, did someone finally have enough of her? Maybe her father? It was all questions she doubted she’d ever have the answer to. Her mother’s “empire” was gone, the clubs she had left the government took. The only thing that remained of her mother’s legacy was her and her children but they never mattered in Tabatha’s eyes. They could have sought justice for her, looked into what happened but she abandoned them, now they will carry the legacy of a man she hated. 

Tabatha Cole wouldn’t be remembered as a good mother, grandmother or business woman. She’d be remembered for her crimes and her failures. That was her Legacy, the only thing left for her daughter. No empire, no money, no happy memories. Just a constant reminder of just how shit of a person she really was. 

The only thing she had ever given her was her constant fear of failing as a mother and right now, she was feeling every bit of that fear.

[westeroes]

female awesome meme: [2/10] bossy queens — renata klein “I’m so tired of those shots of women. I mean, they’re in power, right? They own banks and they’re all, like, demure. Bullshit.”

[crownedward]

gildedward​:

“ then why did you do it? ”  resentment twists like a knife in the pit of his stomach — resentment towards amelia, towards himself — as his voice cracks under the pressure of the hurt he’s been holding in. his mother had fallen far from the pedestal upon which royce had placed her decades ago, and that was a difficult reality for him to face, even now. “why? because i waited so long to tell you about maverick and i? because i wasn’t forthcoming with the news that i’d gotten back together with someone that you couldn’t even pretend to tolerate for my sake? ” 

though he knows it hurt her, amelia’s reaction had only justified the secrecy in royce’s mind. he wonders if perhaps it would have been better to never tell her at all. “ the only thing i’m sorry for is that i took my anger out on yasmin instead of you. she didn’t deserve it. ” 

“Because I’m a bitch” Because it’s partly true, she is a bitch but that wasn’t her only reason. “Because I’m far more protective to you than I ever need to be and I was hurt you didn’t feel you could tell me straight away. These are all my faults and not yours and you shouldn’t have had to suffer because of it.” 

She could hide the small smile at the mention of Yasmin. The two of them had come so far and Amelia couldn’t be prouder of him for it. “You are a better person at twenty eight than I ever will be. I let my anger for something that happened years ago destroy my relationships with those I love and you saw it could be a problem and changed. I couldn’t be prouder of you”

“You said Maverick had changed, and now I believe you. Please let me try to do the same. I can’t lose you” 

[crownedward]

gildedward​:

try as he might to seem unfazed, royce misses her. rather, he misses the mother he’d had once upon a time; the one he could laugh with and confide in, the one whose love felt neither fickle nor conditional. the one who wouldn’t have dreamed of putting her pride above his happiness. and royce wants — desperately — to believe that mother is still inside of amelia somewhere, so despite his better judgment, he’d decided to give her what felt like the hundredth chance to mend what had broken. 

but he despises this small talk; he has no interest in empty words just to fill the silence that stretches between them. there had been too much of that already, too many conversations where nothing had been said at all. so he leans back in his chair, cool blue eyes observing his mother with a withering intensity that he’d learned as a child watching her in the boardroom. cut the shit, he wants to say. talk to me. talk to me. what he says instead is less forthright, though royce can’t blunt the sharp edge of his tone. “ you came to my office to ask if i’m having a good day? you could have sent an email for that. ” 

.

She wasn’t sure what she expected really. No warm smile, no laugh, she shouldn’t be surprised, they haven’t exactly been on the best of terms. It was something so foreign to her, they had been attached at the hip since her little prince was born. Being so angry at each other was something she wasn’t used to. 

“Of course not baby, you know why I’m here” Amelia replied softly, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’ve been ignoring you and I’m sorry I’ve been such a terrible mother.” It was true, she felt awful for upsetting him and causing him so much pain. Her feelings about the relationship and Maverick were irrelevant now. She had to put those aside or lose her son forever.  “I’ve missed you so much”

[crownedward]

@gildedward​

She couldn’t remember if she had ever been this nervous meeting Royce for lunch. The closest she could think of was their lunch when she told him she was planning on propose to Yasmin, meaning she was sticking around and any chance that remained of her getting back together with his father was gone. She had been rather grateful when he said lunch was in his office. No public eye, no need to play the image of a perfect family for the public and any possible spying media. Just the two of them, in his office away from everyone. They could be genuine.

“Hi” Amelia smiled, standing in his doorway. She didn’t mean for it to sound so awkward but she was walking on eggshells and she knew it. “Having a good day?”

[crownedward]

tag drop (that i apparently didn’t drop when i made this blog despite having the tags on some posts already XD)

♔‘ﾟ‣ { gods can have it all so why can’t i? } —  ❝ desires ❞ ♔‘ﾟ‣ { like a queen i can make you say you love me } —  ❝ interactions ❞ ♔‘ﾟ‣ {  the gods can keep it all if you’ll be mine } —  ❝ yasmin ❞ ♔‘ﾟ‣ { you’ll fall like a guillotine and kneel before the queen } —  ❝ visage ❞ ♔‘ﾟ‣ {  You’ll fall like a guillotine And I will rise } —  ❝ musings ❞

[bob-belcher]

2018 mood

[ronanlysnch]

People don’t accept mothers who drink too much wine and yell at their child and call him an asshole. I get it. I do it too. We can accept an imperfect dad. Let’s face it, the idea of a good father was only invented like 30 years ago. Before that, fathers were expected to be silent and absent and unreliable and selfish, and can all say we want them to be different. But on some basic level, we accept them. MARRIAGE STORY (2019) dir. Noah Baumbach