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amelia hiatt. 40. human/empath. associate theatre professor at umwr. i'll show you every version of yourself tonight. a blog for the wicked's rest rp.

[mollyhiatt]

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Full Name: Amelia Pearl Hiatt Nickname: Molly Pronouns: she/her Gender: cis female For anyone who asks: pan Age / DOB: 40, December 18, 1984 Sign: Sagittarius (Sag sun, Scorpio moon, Pisces rising) Hometown: Ripton, Vermont

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[causefulmoon]

If you see a van driving around, and it's playing a certain song [user still isn't sure if she's allowed to like the song as a dog-adjacent person. user decides to reach out to Talia], and you like, SEE it, and you SEE what's inside, contact me.

[mollyhiatt]

I'll keep an eye out!

[pm] Where did you last see this van, and what color is it? I saw one parked near campus on my way home this evening, but I don't think it was playing music. It looked odd, though. A little beat up. Does that sound like it?

[hollow--sun]

In case you haven't installed a security system yet, now is a good time as any to invest. There just was a robbery in my appartement building and by the look of it, the criminal(s) are as vicious as they are intrusive. Most likely to be unable to self reflect on their wrong doings and convinced that they are right about everything too

[mollyhiatt]

Great! Something else that I have to worry abou What happened? Would you happen to have any recommendations for reliable security systems?

[wickedsrest-rp]

Marilyn "Molly" Hiatt She / her

"In a directorial profile I was once called a bridge where incredible compassion meets creativity. I think I’m tired of being a bridge."

SPECIES: Empath OCCUPATION: Associate Professor of Theatre at UMWR AGE: 40 Years Old PLAYED BY: Chelsea FC: Mandy Moore

BIOGRAPHY:

TW: Emotional abuse

Empathetic. It was a word that Marilyn (now exclusively known as Molly) Howard heard over and over as a child. Her parents told her it was a gift but at times it felt too much like a curse. It was challenging for her parents to take her out in public as there was always a chance that she’d burst into tears thanks to an outburst of another child - which at first seemed totally normal. Soon her mother began to notice her daughter’s abilities, as they’d mimicked those heavily documented in a series of personal journals kept by Molly’s grandmother. Molly was an empath. 

What should’ve been normal tween and teenage years fueled by hormones and traditional mood swings were amplified like no other for Molly. When her mother finally talked to her about her condition, Molly’s first response was, So I’m a freak, great! It took a while, but she started to sort of come around - as much as a teenager would.

During Molly’s sophomore year of high school she met the love of her life, Roger. She lived in the small town of La Conner, Washington and knew everyone at her school. When Roger Stein moved to town, people whispered but welcomed the new family of artists, and for Molly, the rest was history.

Initially she was drawn to Roger’s kindness and writer’s charm, eager to hear every story he had to share. He let her read some of his journals and there, at sixteen, she fell in love. Molly became Roger’s inspiration and she’d eventually learn the cost of that. But for a long time everything seemed normal. The pair went from two teenagers in love to two young adults moving across the country to New York City together for college. Their life was big and emotional and to Molly, it all felt really beautiful. 

Roger proposed during their senior year together at NYU and they were married at 22. Molly graduated with a degree in theatre and promptly began working backstage on an off-off Broadway show, and Roger published his first novel, which was inspired by their love story and dedicated to his wife, Marilyn. When she wasn’t working she tagged along to readings at indie bookshops and Roger would introduce her as his muse. In truth, Molly just enjoyed telling stories, but she did that best with humans on stage, not with words on a page. She knew it had a lot to do with her "abilities."

As her career grew, so did Roger’s and his demands. When she wasn’t working, Molly was by his side at home inspiring him while he was writing, and it often left her feeling emotionally and physically drained. Eventually, in an effort to distract herself, she went back to NYU for her M.A. in Costume Design. It helped on the distraction front, but she was still so tired. 

After a couple more years in NYC Molly followed Roger to Nashville. There, she began teaching theatre at a community college and went back to her roots to direct some plays, but she grew increasingly exhausted as she supported Roger during late night writing sessions. At one point Roger suggested that she might be sick and recommended she take some time off from work to rest, and perhaps visit a specialist - one found by him, of course. 

The specialist told her if she didn’t look out for her heart health she might not make it five years. After six months of sitting with that thought that she could die, and the never-ending exhaustion that loomed over her head (and the knowledge of a now failing marriage), Molly decided she might figure out how to make that death happen. Or rather, make Roger think that it happened. She didn’t really want to die. 

After seventeen years of marriage, Marilyn Stein tragically passed away while on a trip to Lake Champlain. She’d told Roger she was going to visit a few of her theatre colleagues from NYC for a reunion, but that she was going a day early to settle in and rest so as not to exert herself too much. He at least pretended to buy it. She told her parents she was taking a weekend for herself. 

But Molly never actually made it to the lake, which is why the body was never recovered. Her contact who helped her out managed to drum up a very convincing story. Her NYU letterman jacket and a few personal effects were discovered soaked on a dock by the rental where a reservation had been made in Marilyn’s name. One of those lake storms had popped up. It was hard to say, but authorities ruled that she must’ve become disoriented in the onset of heavy rain and fog and instead of making it back to the rental, she fell into the lake. After 2 months they stopped searching.

Instead, Molly, with her new legal name of Amelia Hiatt, ended up in Wicked’s Rest, Maine. It was risky, she thought, moving to a town so close to where her former self met her “end”, but again, the person Molly trusted with her “new” life assured her that she would be safe. Safety isn’t a feeling she’s known well since her arrival, but she’s doing her best to make peace with this new-to-her life.

PERSONALITY:

Loyal · Nurturing · Passionate · Overly Guarded · Resentful · Stubborn · Altruistic · Protective

OTHER INFO:

Molly had no hand in choosing her new place of residence. She was able to connect with someone online who used to work in witness protection services who helped her with her situation and though she’s never actually met this person, she had to trust them implicitly with her new life. Upon her arrival to Wicked’s Rest they ceased contact. 

At first, Molly only considered Roger with her “death,” but it quickly became apparent that her parents and sister would also think that she died. She avoids talking about her family at all costs because she can’t risk the emotional storm that’s sure to follow those thoughts. 

With the absence of Roger in the two years since moving to Wicked’s Rest, Molly’s been able to gain a better handle on her empath abilities again.

Prior to her “death”, she’d discovered that Roger wasn’t a normal human. He was a muse and had been using her; feeding on her. He’d caused complete turmoil on her own internal emotional ecosystem for two decades in addition to causing the physical “sickness.” Her heart is perfectly healthy (physically, anyway). 

Molly was part of the design team that won the 2014 Tony Award for Best Costume Design in a Play for Twelfth Night, but she’s confident that no one will know because technically Marilyn Stein won the award, and Marilyn is no longer with us.

When she first moved to Wicked’s Rest she found Roger’s debut novel, The Weight of Silence, in a used bookstore and bought it so she could take it home and burn it. The book is still sitting on her bookcase two years later.

[christinaguilera]

Mandy Moore attends the ILIA Beauty Pop-Up Launch (5 March 2026)

[banisheed]

This is my husband (to be), Daniel. He will be my servant now (such is the role of a husband).

I am accepting bones. Daniel is not accepting anything. Except my hand in binding marriage.

[mollyhiatt]

[user is simultaneously surprised and confused at the recognition of the face next to Siobhan and is really annoyed at the fact that she's not sure how to feel about it] [user knows that's really going to bother her]

[user decided to down two glasses of wine before replying to this post publicly]

Congratulations! Any particular type of bones you'd like to receive? [user doesn't know how she'd retrieve said bones, but she thinks she might try in her current state]

[muertarte]

[pm] Have considered the possibility, which is why I haven't returned home. The cameras don't reveal anything either.

Have you received anything?

[mollyhiatt]

[pm] I do appreciate that you consider all possibilities. Was it slipped under the door, or did it show up on your desk in the morning? Did Rachel hear anything? And I know that means you've reviewed the cameras meticulously, watching for any blips. That's so strange.

No. [user figures the universe knows how she feels about the whole idea of marriage right now - plus there's the fact that she's technically still already legally married so she probably wouldn't qualify for a scam or false situation anyway] No, I haven't.

[debauchfairy]

There should be rules against being that depressing on an open forum and forcing others to read that. At least go get drunk and make your own romantic drama, this is just painful.

[mollyhiatt]

Depressing? I'm just asking for recommendations. [and after reading the last sentence, the user recalls doing just that while helping her ex-husband write his second novel where she did sort of write her own romantic drama and then see it published under another name] And I'll have you know I've done just that So, do you have any?

[mollyhiatt]

Design any weird costumes lately?

Only in a way that they'd be fitting for a shrimp! [...] And that's pretty weird for me when it comes to designs. But I expect nothing less from Wicked's Rest. It almost feels like I've completed some kind of weird initiation, too. It's like anyone who ends up here has to complete a specific, and totally weird task related to something that they love before they really start to feel like a resident. And [...] nevermind. That wasn't part of the question!

[muertarte]

[pm] He received an invite as well and seems to be just as confused.

I was having breakfast when I found the invite in the office, so yes, I was surprised. Not even sure how the card got in my locked office.

[mollyhiatt]

[pm] Oh [though user is still confused, she is also a little relieved but she probably wouldn't admit that aloud] I see.

I'm not sure either. And anyone who could've gotten in would've alerted you to the message beforehand. Do you think it's a trap? [...] I'm not sure what sort of trap it would be. I've never heard of scams or anything involving wedding invitations.

[madisonnotmaddie]

[pm] I am glad you think that about me, Molly. I think you are also very considerate. That means a lot.

I'd love that! Yes, a trade-off sounds good and fair and nice. I feel much better about it in that case.

It's startling since a lot of the people who care here are new; like, I haven't ever met them before moving here, but I'll take it.

[mollyhiatt]

[pm] Thank you, Madison. I appreciate that!

I thought you might, and I'm happy to offer information in return. Like you, I love learning new things, so I think it'll benefit us both quite well! Plus, you have a guaranteed place to snack and rest if you don't want to leave campus during the day.

I know exactly what you mean by that. I feel similarly. I have several people back home that I I know there are people who care about m It's an adjustment, for sure.

[causefulmoon]

No, you're so right. Fuck you Stephenie.

I don't know who that is, but I did look her up, and she's very pretty. I totally get it. I love, and adore, so many people from media, it's like. What do I even need real people for?

[mollyhiatt]

She was dead set on the vampires, I guess.. We really deserved more!

Oh! Yeah, if you've never seen The Princess Bride (1987), I highly recommend it. I'm not sure it qualifies as a romance movie. But it's definitely a comedy, and very family-friendly. It was a staple in my household. And it's true. If I hadn't developed such a love for books and movies, I never would've discovered my love for theatre and telling stories about characters - both real and fictional.

[mollyhiatt]

@muertarte replied to your post “[pm] I'm [...] getting married? [user sends an...”:

[pm] I've never even met a Theo. He sent me a message. I don't know if you're aware, but I'm a lesbian. This presents a number of issues.

​[after the initial shock and the word married sending her brain into a bit of a temporary crash and reload, user regains her composure and tries to view the situation through a logical lens]

[pm] Right, yes, trust me! I am quite aware of that, my love. I guess interesting is still a good word for this. Did Theo send you this message, the invite? I mean, it looks like the real thing. [...] And I have to say [...] The blood is a fun touch. I'm assuming you were [...] surprised when you received it? [...] Is it a secret code for something?

[mollyhiatt]

[pm] I'm [...] getting married?

[user sends an image of the blood stained wedding invite]

[user opens the message and sees the picture of the blood stained wedding invite] [user squints at the message again, the word married now sticking out like a sore thumb]

[user stares at the phone now, confused!]

[pm] Oh! [...] [user doesn't add anything for several minutes] Wow! That's [...] interesting! [user tries to recall the other name and, for a moment is worried she's missed something and doesn't want to come across as rude in her response and wants to add more but doesn't and hits send anyway]

[mollyhiatt]

PARTIES: Molly & Roger TIMING: November 2005 LOCATION: Molly & Roger's NYC apartment SUMMARY: Roger is brainstorming for his debut novel. Molly is helping. WARNINGS: super light spice, alcohol

on the way home, i wrote a poem you say, "what a mind" this happens all the time

“So what if they’re time travelers?” Roger’s voice drifted through the amber rays of fading evening light as he questioned her, pacing the narrow walk of their living room as if he were a man chasing a beautiful ghost. She could listen to him talk all day. 

Molly sat cross-legged in the corner of their hand-me-down sectional couch with a book left open on her lap, cover facing up. Roger’s blonde hair was tousled and he ran his fingers through it, a pen tucked behind his ear as if waiting to catch a stray spark of something more - something magical. 

Molly shifted her position on the couch and closed the book. The tattered copy of Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier now sat in her lap.  “Both of the characters are time travelers?” She propped her chin on her hand, her elbow resting on her knee (this was her silent signal that he had her full attention. The book had to be closed. “No productive conversation between them happened with an open book in sight.” Those were Roger’s words, not Molly. And who was she to question a writer?)

“Yeah,” Roger said as he paused for a moment and picked up his wine glass from the kitchen counter behind them. Molly loved the open floor plan of their tiny studio in New York City. The kitchen and the living room (and bedroom) were the same room, but it gave her a feeling of higher status - that of a woman who could cook and entertain (and go to bed) at the same time (if she were cooking and entertaining for approximately 8 people total because that was the maximum number of people who could fit in the living room and kitchen comfortably). (But the focus of this isn’t the apartment so.. Moving on!) 

Roger took a long sip of his wine. Molly watched as the muscle of his forearm flexed and a brief, sharp ache of admiration tightened in her chest, but as she heard the faint clink of the glass against the counter she did her best to refocus her gaze. “I mean, that’s romantic, right? Traveling through time together and withstanding whatever the fates throw at you. The only constant in this desolant wasteland is companionship.” God, he spoke like a tortured poet every time and Molly couldn’t get enough of it. 

Her husband sounded confident, and yet Molly felt a ripple of hesitation. Of course if she were traveling with him through time she was sure that she would follow his lead, but something in the back of her mind kept her from agreeing. So Molly’s mind wandered. She would follow his lead, she knew that much to be true, but would it be romantic to readers? How high could the stakes get if they were already together?

“Do you agree?” His voice broke through her thoughts. Molly began to shake her head slowly. 

“What if it were just her?” She said without a beat, “The time traveler, I mean. She’s seeking something, or someone that she doesn’t know she’s lost?” A shrug followed the suggestion and then she leaned forward. Her hand reached for her own glass of wine that had been resting atop a coaster on the coffee table and then she brought it to her lips to take a long sip in return. “It’s already worked at least once in literature. Someone searching for a soul they didn’t know they were searching for.” The fifth installment in the Outlander series by Diana Gabaldon had hit shelves recently and Molly felt like every woman she knew had devoured each book. A woman traveling through time for a hot man with a bit of empathy? It was a sensation. 

Roger paused in front of her and tilted his head. “So is he in the future?” 

“No.” Molly shook her head. “He’s waiting for her,” She whispered. “He’s living in the past, in the turn of the century or even farther back.” With that came another shrug. “She goes to him. She’s been struggling with a passion or a person in her life and I don’t know..” She took another sip of wine, draining the glass before placing it back on the table carefully. “There’s an earthquake or she falls asleep a la Alice in Wonderland or Dorothy in the field of poppies… And she wakes up or finds herself in his time. Starting under the same sky, but in a different life.” 

Molly knew she’d taken inspiration straight from Outlander but Roger had looked at her like she’d just given him a golden ticket. He’d been struggling to produce some pages for his editor lately. His original debut, pitched as a time traveling couple who end up in England at the dawn of World War I, seemed to intrigue his editor, but he’d yet to convince her of their motives.

But now the notepad fell from his hands and he gravitated to her, diving for the couch, hand ready to bring Molly’s face to his own to kiss her. “That’s it!” He said excitedly. Now both of his hands cupped Molly’s face, his palms warm and smelling of ink. And he kissed her softly right on the mouth. “My muse..” He said with another kiss. “My mastermind..” The words came effortlessly. 

Molly just smiled at him sweetly. There was an ease to the way she’d looked at him and presently it was even easier because the look in his eyes was only one he’d had when he was getting ready to start a grand adventure. 

“I’m really only taking inspiration from..” As she began to speak, Roger brought a single finger to her lips in an effort to silence her. It had worked because she paused.

“Don’t give the credit to the books. It’s you. It’s always been you. I know what’s beautiful when I see it.” Of course he knew it. He was a reader and an aspiring author. She was just there but he somehow managed to make her feel like she was part of the process.

So, Molly let her lips linger against his finger for a heartbeat before catching his hand in hers. She wove their fingers together and pulled herself closer, wrapping her arms around his neck and climbing into his lap. “Then go write it.” She whispered, knowing what he needed to hear. “Go write the story of two star-crossed lovers, cursed by the threads of time.” There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that he’d do just that. 

She gave him one more kiss before pulling back and looking at him sleepily. Roger was grinning like a child in an ice cream shop. “But I’m exhausted, and I know it's like.. 4pm.. but I’m going to go to bed.”

[highoctanegem]

Oh wow, you guys are old! (complimentary) I was ten when it got released, so I ended up watching it in high school. Needless to say, it changed my life. But wait, you didn't realize until later why it made you feel some type of way. I'm guessing sexuality wise, right?

Lucy Diamond is an inspiration to us all. If she could change for the better, then everybody can. I should ask my partner to go as Lucy and Amy this Halloween, she's kinda perfect for it. It's that or the Power Rangers from Power Rangers (2017)

I love a good montage, and that song really wraps it all in a neat little bow. That was defo the first time I heard it, shame on me. Wait, now I'm not sure what those mysterious reasons are.

[mollyhiatt]

That guess is correct. There were many movies that I enjoyed in high school and college and didn't realize why I rewatched them on repeat until much later in life.

Lucy Diamond is indeed an inspiration to us all! The Power Rangers would also be a fun costume! Which one would you go as? It feels like Christmas was just a couple of weeks ago - I haven't even started to think about Halloween costumes!

That was a really good montage. I had heard it prior to the movie a couple of times. I just liked watching Lucy sing. I liked to pretend that she was singing to me.

[danielabrams]

[pm] [user grimaces at that. sorry to molly and metzli. he just doesn't think that a normal human should be in a relationship and living with a vampire, especially a vampire that bit her. just seems like a bad idea waiting to happen.]

[...] I wouldn't really say strong opinions Well they bit you so Great, glad [...] you found that, I guess. Good luck

[mollyhiatt]

[pm] [user knows it’s not a genuine reaction] [user can’t really blame herself because it wasn’t like hers is super genuine right now either. mostly because she’s just hurt, not because she doesn’t want him to be happy! because she truly does!!]

I’m not sure that you are glad. You're not It’s not like you did anything to stop Not that I’m sure it would’ve made a diff

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