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@ofm4rigold
marigold — /ˈmerəˌɡōld/. symbolize diverse meanings: joy, warmth, creativity, and passion, but also grief, despair, and death.
a multi - muse blog penned by emma [ thirty two , she / they ] for ciderpointhq . please don't interact with or follow if you are not affiliated with this rp .
foster mitchell — intro. pinterest. connections. hazel rosenberg — intro. pinterest. connections.
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she smiles a little too fast, like her body picked humor before her brain weighed the consequences. “You can call me whatever,” she says, waving a hand. “Lily, Lils, Hey you is fine. I didn’t mean it like it’s illegal. Just... surprising. Caught me off guard.” She flashes him a quick grin, already moving past it because staying there feels dangerous. The mechanic part lands and she perks up immediately, grateful for something concrete to grab onto. “Okay, first of all, I’m honestly shocked I haven't seen you there, because my car is a certified piece of shit.” She snorts, shaking her head. “Like, it makes a new noise every week just to keep things interesting. Real mystery machine energy.” She shoved her hands deeper into her pockets, rocking back on her heels. “do you work with Dennie?” she said, nodding decisively. “She's helped me out. She’s cool. Doesn’t judge me when I describe noises like ‘it screams when I brake’ or ‘it feels haunted.’ Which I appreciate deeply.” She glances at him, catches the sincerity in happy to hear you’re doing okay, and immediately fills the space again. “Quiet sounds nice,” she says lightly. “Suspicious, but nice. I don’t really do quiet. I just… orbit chaos and hope for the best.” A small laugh. “But I’m glad you’re good. Genuinely.” There’s a half-second where she might say more. Instead, she tilts her head, tone casual but not dismissive. “So. Living quiet. Fixing cars. Saving disasters like me from roadside breakdowns. Very noble arc.” She shrugs. “Good for you, Foster. Really.”
"no , 'hey you' is reserved for my dad and my dad only ," foster protested , finding it easier and easier to go for the joking banter the longer they talked. "and i haven't been close enough to be able to shout that after him in years." lily had the same reaction most people did when you told them you were a mechanic. laughed and told him how hopeless she was with cars. it was simple and familiar and foster chose to hide in the comfort of it. "dennie is the bane of my existance. whatever she might say about me — do not believe her. do we have a deal ?" he noticed that lily seldom let the silence rest , something he was grateful for , and took every opportunity to fill the empty spaces with her. "i know , it's very unlike me … but it's nice. it's nice to have a predictable life." if sadness laced his voice , he chose to ignore it. "thanks , lils. i appreciate it. truly."
⚲ boardwalk ball drop / utp. @ofm4rigold
“ ‘ oh my god, sydney, what would i do without you ? ’ ” sydney exclaims, cardboard box pinned against their chest preventing any grand gestures though the dramatic eyeroll more than makes up for it. “ yes, yes, i know ! who else would make you a new year's starter kit ? grapes, lentils, plates to smash… lots to consider… – BUT it's not my fault if none of it works, that's on you. ”
"oh , yes. thank you , sydney ," hazel replied , voice matching syd's slightly sarcastic tone perfectly. "i was so prepared to starve this year , but now you're telling me i'll be fed and able to smash shit ? 2026 is about to be my year."
WHERE: Costal Coffees WHO: @ciderstarters ( 1/3 )
Theo wasn’t scheduled to work today, yet there he was, lounging in one of the cafe’s worn wooden chairs. The shop cat had claimed his lap without hesitation, and his fingers drifted absently through her soft fur, twiddling gently as she purred in quiet contentment. The warm hum of the cafe wrapped around them both. A small smile tugged at his lips as he looked down at her. “You’re such a sweetie, aren’t ya?” he cooed softly, earning an even louder purr in response.
The gentle chime of the bell above the door cut through the calm, drawing his attention upward. His gaze lifted just in time to see the person he’d been waiting for step inside. His smile softened, a little brighter now, as he finally straightened in his chair—still careful not to disturb the cat nestled comfortably in his lap. "Finally.. it only took you two hours."
foster was slightly out of breath. just slightly. but he'd been running all the way from the parking space he'd managed to find. which , of course , had been as far away as possible with it still being on the same street. theo was still there when he burst through the door , thankfully , and foster was already raising his hands in apology before theo had even begun to speak. "i know , i know. but the car i was working on just wouldn't start and i had to ask denny to help me and now i won't hear the end of it for the entirety of my literal life. i feel like i've paid for my sins enough." he took a deep breath , "could i have some tea ?"
#closedstarter ›› hazel ( @ofm4rigold ) location ›› coastal coffees
they reached the door at the same time. dom had been walking and texting, a bad habit of his, on his way in for his morning cup of coffee so he didn't notice until they were both reaching for the door. he stopped, apology already on his tongue when he recognized the face and chuckled to himself. ❝ well, if it isn't miss hazel. i promise i'm not trying to cut in front of you again, ❞ he teased, reaching forward to open the door for her and let her walk in first. ❝ ladies first. ❞
hazel recognised the voice immediately. ever since the christmas market , she'd kept her eyes open to see if she saw dominic in the crowds somewhere. today , it seemed as if her luck had changed. "mr dominic ," she replied , matching his energy with a bow of her own. "i hope you won't. one time i might forgive , but a second ?" she tsked in disappointment , even though her eyes betrayed her with their amusement. "thank you , sir. will you join me inside , safe from this chill ?"
His eyes flickered with a form of understanding, but Billy kept quiet for the moment, letting Hazel continue. “Oh! No. No! Definitely not. Look, if we’re being completely honest here, I have like… a complex about being good. My therapist and I are working on it. It practically kills me to not be liked, and I try to win people over, because I want to make them happy. I know that most of the time, that’s a losing battle. But I could not give a fuck, and I hate to say that, but I sincerely couldn’t care less if your father feels anything about me. For the shit he’s put Henry through, and I can only imagine what you and Levi faced… well. He’s damn near top of my shit list. I’ve got the best stepdad a guy could ask for, but my biological father is one of the worst people I know, and I just got so… I don’t know. Mad doesn’t cover it. I felt my blood boiling, and he just… kept ragging on Henry, and I couldn’t take it. He reminded me of my old man, and I just… I shouldn’t have lost my cool like that. Not because I care one way what he thinks, but because this was a big night for your family and the first time Henry was back in so long, and it’s now swept up in all of … this. But I couldn’t keep listening to him talk like that.”
it felt nice to find some common ground with henry's boyfriend. hazel wasn't ashamed to admit that she'd had her reservations when they first met. how couldn't she , when henry had been through so much and was only now starting to find his footing again. "it's …" her throat closed up and it took a few seconds before she could find her voice once more. "i preferred staying invisible. not good, not bad. just … not there." was that too honest with someone she'd just met a handful of times ? maybe. "and , honestly , you won't catch any heat from me or levi. if you're worried about ruining the impression we have of you … i'd say you've managed to do quite the opposite."
So much had happened since Boston. Lenny felt like she had lived ten different lives since then, and still, finding herself in a conversation with Foster felt like she was 20 again. It was unsettling… she found herself not knowing what to say, not knowing how to express the ache that was finding a home in her chest. “Same town, yeah.” It almost felt like a nightmare, seeing him. Hearing him bring up that night, as if she wanted to rehash the details of her feelings, what had made her run from the city, and find herself out on the road. “Don’t.” She spat, without much of a thought. She supposed she could thank Foster for all of it, for finding Xavier and Brett… and subsequently J.T., who all but ruined her. But the Sin Cave boys were good, her favorite people, maybe. She wouldn’t have found them if she hadn’t fled, and she had run from his lack of reciprocation. Even if she could understand that they would have been awful, it had never stopped Lenny before. “Don’t lie to me, man. You don’t gotta say shit like that to.. what? Appease me. It was good that I left. Look at you. You look… fuckin’ solid.” It was like he was a blurry version of his past self.
it was already going to shit. foster had thought about lennon often , these past few years , and what would happen if they met again. this wasn't what he had imagined. "lenny , what ? did i ever say shit just because ?" his voice turned sharper , more desperate , and foster forced himself to soften it once more before the conversation went down a path they couldn't return from. it was hard , seeing lennon like this. eyes bloodshot and flickering , a distinct smell surrounding his once best friend. "lennon … i missed you. regardless of what happened then or what is going on now." it pained him to realise that lennon was a reflection of what he must've looked like when they knew each other. worn down and tired , looking for anyone to care. "do you … can we grab a coffee , maybe ?"
"i don't know if i'm made for surfing ," foster replied immediately , not really knowing what that meant. truthfully , he felt like that could be a disaster in the making. "but , maybe. if you think you could teach me without me breaking my neck in the process."
🌺 "how do you know that?" kara beams, "who knows? you could be a surfing prodigy with dormant skills." thankfully, it doesn't take long for that 'i don't know' to turn into a 'but, maybe'. she claps her hands together, "i'm going to ask the same thing from you about this ice." landing on frozen water felt a lot more scary to kara, than falling into it in liquid state.
"i don't think i've ever been deemed a prodigy of anything" foster replied amusedly. he stepped onto the ice , looking back at kara to urge her to join. the skates slid easily across the ice and foster couldn't help but do a simple spin as he waited. "i'll be your guide , miss !"
perhaps she's a little out of breath – lugging these two bags around was a better idea in theory than in practice. all she could do was hope he liked it. “big shopping trip ? HUH ?” what on earth was he talking about ? it takes her a moment to register, but the second she catches a glimpse of the bags in her hands, the comment makes sense. “oh, right. well, no ! these are for you !! SURPRISE ! i'm your secret santa !” and with that, she holds the two bags out for him to take.
"shit , forreal ?" foster accepted the bags with thinly veiled surprised. they were heavy enough to leave venus out of breath. that was enough to get him curious and he gently shook the bags to see if he could get any sort of hint. "do i open them right away ?" he asked , trying to rack his brain to solve the mystery of what was inside.
kid. if jasper’s defences hadn’t already been up, they were now — but his reaction was that of a petulant child, so maybe it cemented things even further in the stranger’s head. “i am not a child. i am twenty - six. i have a job, and an apartment … ” but the more they argued, the more their voice started to shake. instead jasper swallowed down the rest of their protests and dipped her head, the end of his nose twitching with an almost mouselike quality. and that same uneasy expression remained until foster spoke again. they blinked hard, and in a moment it was as though all of jasper’s tight muscles unwound. “i can … yes, i can get this back to you in a week. i’m a quick reader. it’s — ” it’s all i do. did they want to own up to the patheticness of their life quite yet, the fact that there was very little intrigue in his mundane, slow existence beyond the odd trip to the community theatre and their shifts at the local library ? jasper wasn’t even a real librarian yet. who were they, beyond a brother and a disowned son ? “foster. that’s not a name. that’s what you do with dogs that need a home, or … ” the words trailed off, and jasper swallowed thickly and stared at the hand as though it would explode if he touched it. he did not reach out. instead, they held the book tighter. “i’m jasper.”
foster blinked , trying not to feel embarrassed at his complete miss. to be fair , the ki– dude in front of him looked fifteen on a good day , with his wide eyes and hunched shoulders. now he could see the subtle stubble and eyes that seemed to carry all the worries of the world within them. "uh , shit , that's my bad." it obviously affected them , if foster read them right. everything about him seemed to shut down the more they spoke. "i'm sorry for assuming. honestly." as they reached a settlement for their book-related negotiations , it seemed as if the other relaxed slightly. he had a peculiar air about them , as if right and wrong was very clear , and if anything ventured outside of those lines they'd have a lot to say about it. "well , my parents felt that it suited me. not a lot i could do about it as a child." he eyed the book , safely held in the boy's arms. "i guess i kinda deserve that ," he chuckled and retracted his hand. "but , one week from today sounds okay ? you can have more time if you need it."
🌺 kara doesn't want to ruin the mans moment by telling him they also had ice skating rinks back home, "well, lucky i've got an expert." she adjusts the helmet so it fit tight and snug around her head, giving him a grin, "does this mean in the summer i can teach you how to surf?"
"i don't know if i'm made for surfing ," foster replied immediately , not really knowing what that meant. truthfully , he felt like that could be a disaster in the making. "but , maybe. if you think you could teach me without me breaking my neck in the process."
"shit!" dom cursed under his breath, completely startled by the voice behind him. he whirled around to see a pretty young woman who had apparently been in line for the spiked hot chocolate stand. he'd been half-checked out as he walked through the crowd, the smell of hot choclate guiding him more than any active thoughts. he lifted his hands in an apologetic motion. "hey," he began. "i am so sorry, i didn't even realize." dominic took a step back out of her way and gestured for her to walk ahead of him. "you were here first so please," he nodded, throwing on his most charming and apologetic smile. "i didn't mean to bulldoze you. i'm dominic."
the guy was hot. what else was hazel supposed to say ? but he was hot in that obvious , he-knew-it kinda way which probably should be a red flag in and of itself. but hazel had never been one to shy away from one of those. "well , at least you're man enough to admit it ," hazel replied and took a step forward , around the man , to reclaim her spot in line. "i'm hazel. are you new to town , dominic ?"
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"Okay, so I may have spent too much on my present for Henry, but I felt bad for Thanksgiving and went guilt shopping." Levi chuckled, shoving his hands into his pockets, "But I promise you're getting cool stuff too."
"i personally think thanksgiving went great ," hazel replied , looking up from the book she'd been reading. she put her bookmark in place and stuffed it into her backpack before getting up. "i better get some cool stuff. i'm your favourite older sister !"
"I don't think December is my worst. January and February are brutal. So cold for no reason." Henry hated the cold, but it would never stop him from shoveling out his driveway in shorts while drinking an iced coffee. "I also hate when it's March and it's nice for a few days, and then it goes back to being cold as hell. That's just rude."
"well , it being winter would explain a lot ," hazel replied , rolling her eyes dramatically. "but , what do i know ?" the siblings only got a few steps down the street before hazel stopped. "should we just say fuck it and go to coastal coffee immediately ? it's so fucking cold."
Billy watched her stomp the cigarette out, and he could only smile to himself. She had such similar mannerisms to Henry, and even if she and Billy weren’t close yet… and he hoped they would be one day, it made him close to her anyway. “Look, you don’t have to hide that on account of me, ever. I’ve got a nasty little preference for Zyns, and Henry and I both smoke enough to offend my mother, so… you get what I mean. Smoke away.” He chuckled, a bit awkwardly, before taking a sip of his cocoa. “You mean that? ‘Cause I decked your dad in front of you. And that was a hell of a way to meet him when he was already predisposed to hate me.”
"most people would look so disappointed when they caught me." it was a small bout of honesty , and hazel didn't check to see if billy was reading into it or not. "let me tell you , he had it coming." it might've sounded simple , but the words were heavy in the air. "he's a … fucking asshole. i don't know if you went to thanksgiving to win him over , but i don't think that's something you should aim for." she took a small sip of her cocoa. "he's …" the word caught in her throat , as if someone was holding a hand to her throat and pressing down. she took a deep breath , willing the words to form , and released. "not a great dad … earning his approval wouldn't be a win for you."
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Lily slows when she hears it foster's voice like her body registers it a second before her brain does. There’s a flicker there, something old and complicated, but she smooths it over fast, shoulders squaring like she’s stepping into a role she knows by heart. “wow, okay, jumping straight to Lils. Bold choice.” There’s a crooked half-smile there, not unkind, just reflexive. easy, a little too bright, like she’s already decided not to sit in whatever that stirred up. “Uh… going.” A small huff of a laugh follows, quick and dismissive. “You know. Town’s still doing its thing. I’m still pretending I have my life together.” Her eyes dip away for half a second before she looks back at him, hands shoving into her coat pockets. “But, Existing. Causing minimal problems. A personal best.” she adds quickly because silence feels dangerous. “How about you?” she adds, tone casual but not careless.
"what should i call you then ?" it was said earnestly , because what else did he know her as ? lils– lily , was keeping her voice neutral , but foster wondered if everything was as okay as she tried to make it seem. "i'm good ," he hurried to reply. "doing really good … working at the …" he trailed off , not knowing if the small talk was genuine or just to fill the space. they knew each other too well for small talk. or , they knew each other in a different way , an uglier way , that didn't settle for small talk. foster regretted calling out to her. there was too much history for them to survive on casual. "yeah , i work as a mechanic. living kinda quiet these days." a beat. "i'm … happy to hear you're doing okay."
"it's a holiday party — i wanted to be on theme," she huffed, crossing her arms as she stared up at foster. before he'd met her, foster had been utterly useless as a mechanic. it had been her tutoring that made him halfway decent and dennie could never understand why the man wasn't eternally grateful to her for it. instead, he chose to be a grumpy bitch about the whole thing. her eyes widened as he pulled out his phone and took a picture of her. "you son of a—" dennie surged forward, arms already reaching for his phone. "if you don't delete that photo, i swear to god—"
the photo went over about as well as foster had expected. dennie , seemingly half foster's size , tried to snatch the phone out of his hand. "are you kidding me ? you came here knowing i'd see you like this and you thought i'd just let this slide ?" he put his hand up to stop her from reaching it. "what are you gonna do ? i'm your bestest friend in the whole world and you'd be so sad without me. so , what would you do ?"
