#tiny-fierce-haole

[jxckxfalltrxdes]

@tiny-fierce-haole​

“I nearly caved and made you something akin to a Blue Lagoon. But...that was more of what you became. And I’ll make one like that for later. The you that Hawaii helped create. This...this is straight up Jersey. That fiery, strong willed, boldness.” Though he used his own magic to set the flame, he made a movement with his hands that would make it seem like a parlor trick. So many bartenders these day do so much crazy stuff that he doesn’t worry too much. The shots light up blue before dunking into the ale. Yet they keep lit. “Blow the fire away yourself, like making a wish...when you ask a Blazin’ Detective for a favor, they come through...whatcha think of the name? Too much?” 

[cursedunderworldriches]

@tiny-fierce-haole​  

Michael was in the middle of painting a portrait when he felt it. 

A disturbance. 

Frowning, he cleaned his brush before placing it down. Snapped out of his musing for his current piece always put him in a bad mood. Living only with his Hell Hounds and Spirit servants, it wasn’t something that happened often. 

Feeling someone’s death has been second nature to him for far too long. He was half a millennia old, after all. He’s seen empires fall, has been close to tragic catastrophes...even been part of a few in one way or another. He’s felt the death of strangers who he’s never known as well as the the deaths of his wives and life partners, children and grandchildren....who, though carried divine blood in some form, weren’t cursed blessed with immortality like he was. 

His father was the Lord and Ruler of the Dead. 

The dying...were an interesting middle grey area. A tug and pull between the after life and, well...current life.  Everyone had their time, but as the saying sometimes went, ‘the future’s not set in stone’. Choices affect most destines. Not all, but most. 

Someone time of dying was among them, but dear Gods they were fighting! 

Michael stood and walked over to where he kept his liquor and served himself something. It was an old bottle, family that made it has been dead for generations, the printings faded, and it was in a language only he and a few scholars remembered. 

Somehow it seemed fitting to match this drink with this feeling inside of him. Taking a seat, he leaned back and focused on this feeling. Surrounded by pain and agony like nothing he’s felt in centuries!  Yet...that light of life refusing to be snuffed out. 

Placing his drink down, he goes for his sketch book and grabs the closest drawing tool and begins to sketch. As he does, he feels the appearance of new entities. Without looking up, he demands, “What is it?” 

“Sire...I’m sure you have...noticed.” The Ghost began, nervous around him as a Prince of the Underworld. Ruler over all dead to an extent, even him. 

“I was broken from my muse, so make your point.” Michael told them. 

“Your father wishes for you to act. As Lord of Hades, he is unable to do anything until this person is....dead. But they...refuse. He finds this feeling he’s feeling...irritating.”

Michel let out a dark chuckle, “Broken me from my muse, and makes the Ruler of the Dead feel irritation.” There was a pause. “Tell my father I’ll deal with her.” 

“Her. sire?” The Ghost asked, peeking over Michael’s shoulders and could see the...gruesome scene he’s creating. The reality of what’s causing this disturbance.

“Yes, her. Tell my father...she’s mine.” 

“W-what? But sire, I believe what he wanted was for you to finis-”

“The Life in this one is stronger than Death. She’ll go to him eventually. But for a while, she’s mine, understand? Now, if you’ll excuse me...I’m off to Colombia. Get out of my house, or the Hell Hounds I leave will go after the remains of your pathetic soul.” 

[doctor-sailor-investigator]

💖 Andy & Danni

@tiny-fierce-haole

Send “💖” and my muse will admit something they find cute about yours.

“When she’s around kids, my heart always melts after it overloads with the cuteness in front of me. She’s so intuitive to them and they naturally love her, and I know how badass she can be. How dangerous she is. So seeing her be this safe space that kids of any kind can come to and trust...I’m blown over with the cuteness. So whenever I see her with Gracie, I’m over the moon and full of hearteyes.” 

[commandersmoothdog]

“I love you with all of my heart and soul, but why on earth did you think that was a good idea?” - tiny-fierce-haole

@tiny-fierce-haole 

“Looking back on it, I don’t think it was a good idea,” Steve admitted. “Not when the idea formed in my head, not when I was working out the kinks in my head, not when I was putting it into play. But it was a must, okay? Stan’s gotta learn that there are boundaries. He’s claimed to moved on, well you have too.”

He didn’t want to put any extra strain on Danni knowing her condition, but this wasn’t something any of them could ignore. Especially since he and Stan both spent the night in lock up after Steve went to discuss a few things with Stan at his office that ended...not quite legally, and pushing to abuse of power. 

“Me helping you out with Charlie isn’t the same as him showing up to your appointments with our kid, okay? He could have been there for you, with Charlie, even if you weren’t together. But he had to man up to his wife, man up for his child, and he had to man up for you. And he chose not to. I was there for you, and Charlie, because I loved you. Even if I didn’t know how much, I loved you as Ohana and I was there because I wanted to be. Because I didn’t want you being alone.”

“Him showing up to the ultrasound when you’ll find out the sex of the baby while I had an emergency meeting with the governor is not the same. It’s all sorts of wrong and I had to put him in his place. Grace and Charlie are my kids. It’s a learning curve switching to something more as you and I got closer and became a couple. And I think I navigated that pretty well. Making sure they know that Stan is still their father, but that they had me in their corner too. That’s...not gonna change. Even if sometimes I feel like I’m lying through my teeth. But this kid? This isn’t Stan’s kid, it’s our kid. I’m here, I’m not leaving them or you, and I didn’t appreciate the inclination Stan had in his head that it was interchangeable.”

If Danni hadn’t been Danni and been bullied into allowing it, things would have gone far worse once Steve found out. Thankfully, Danni rescheduled for when both her and Steve were free. And for Danni’s sake Steve did try to move past it. To ignore it or forget about it. But he couldn’t. This was going to be his first kid. There were other people on the island that he would trust to impart wisdom on his child that he may be unable to, or to help guide him when he couldn’t, or be there should anything happen to him or if he were called away for contracts and the like. But Stan wasn’t one of those people. 

“I’m sorry. I don’t want this making it hard for you, but I had to do what I had to do. This is our family, Danni. Not his.”    

[sealcommandersmoothdog]

I just really love my wife 💖💖💖 @tiny-fierce-haole #McDanni4life!

[konokalakaua50]

[Text] Why do we have to get up at 5am to go surfing? [Text] As if making me get in the ocean wasn't torture enough, where's my Saturday lie in?? - tiny-fierce-haole

@tiny-fierce-haole

[Text] Because that’s when the waves are the best.[Text] You will love it, I promise! [Text] Besides, you were the one who told me you wanted to learn to surf so don’t blame the messenger.  Now get your ass out of bed, Williams!

[commandersmoothdog]

@tiny-fierce-haole ...

[loudhaoleinatie]

Happy Valentine's Day, babes!

@konokalakaua50 @hoouna @itsxharris @enduringcaptain @navy-seal-mcgarrett

Hoping Cupid is firing his arrows your way. Danny and Danni love you all! ~ loudhaoleinatie and tiny-fierce-haole

[orionknytechildofzeus]

(( @tiny-fierce-haole Looking up gifs for Orion, I keep getting tempted to make a starter for you ))

[jackalmcgarrett]

|| Closed Starter for @knife-for-hire​ ||

Tragedy struck first when he was 18 and he lost his high school sweetheart in a plane crash caused by a terrorist attack. He’d been so very much in love. Or at least that’s what he thought. He had a pretty standard and stable life. A predictable life. He would have gone to a college an hour or two away from home on a lacrosse scholarship, gain his degree, pass the bar, marry his high school sweetheart, have kids, and watch them grow. He had his entire life planned the way many of his friends and neighbors had...and then his life was thrown into chaos. The problem with young love was that it was fierce...and love became anger. And so he let his anger take hold, he trained in different forms of martial arts, sticking mostly with kick boxing. Upping his tech skills enough to hack and navigate through the dark web, make himself a target to be converted, get as close as possible to the cell that was responsible for his misery...and he got there. But before he could kill anyone, a SEAL team raids the place and kills the bastards before he could. He’s angry and he fights back, even while arrested. 

His skills and anger are taken seriously and he’s given a choice. Join or be arrested. He’ll have a better chance at getting revenge outside of a jail cell, so he agrees. He’s trained and disciplined in their ways, but can go on certain ops that other soldier’s can’t due to the fact that he doesn’t automatically stand out as military. 

He succeeds in helping them take out a high valued target and then is given rest and time to lie low. He’s heard the name of his father once or twice...well more than once or twice since when naming him, his mother made him keep his father’s last name. He’s gotten mixed reactions to his father. Some claim he’s the biggest hero they’ve ever met, other think he’s the biggest douche bag ever. He considers reaching out to his father...but he can’t ever figure out how to. When he was at home, he never thought much about his father outside of father’s day and at other days when father’s have a bigger influence...even if his mother’s pointed out to him it was her choice not to tell him...living with his mother, Jack always fooled himself into thinking that there must be something wrong with Steve McGarrett if his mother didn’t want them to meet. 

The next mission is a success but just barely...for the military. For Jack...not so much. He’d been identified during the last mission and in that time when he was resting, half way across the world, his mother was killed in an act of revenge. The CIA had known about the threat, he was sure...and they did nothing to help her. They kept him away and in ignorance and why? Because they got to decide who was worth saving?  

He acted without thinking. Mind clear, though in rage...and that tidbit that kept him there...that unsuspecting nature of his that doesn’t immediately make him out to be a threat... he used that to kill his handler. He barely had enough time to leave the base. He was on American soil, and his plan was to get to the middle of nowhere. The cities had too many cameras but it was harder than one suspects to disappear without a trail when you have no resources. 

His only lead he had was the guy who used to make fake ID’s to help teens get into bars. That would be a shitty ID but it was something better than nothing. 

[commandersmoothdog]

Would you ever consider yourself starting a family?

Canon-ish/general Steve:“Have I thought about it? Course I have. Especially after...after not being able to safe my father. After Joe’s last wish for me to not end up like a lot of soldiers...sometimes I wish I had. But thinking back to all the insane shit I’ve lived through, I know maybe it’s better this way. And...well, I know it’s not the same, but there are kids who know they can trust like a father. Danny’s kids, Nahele, and I also got Joanie. But who knows, if I ever get to retirement, maybe I’ll think about becoming a foster-dad.”

@loudhaoleinatie: “Getting to be a dad to them is amazing. Charlie uh...he recently started calling me dad.” Steve said with a stupid wide grin. 

@tiny-fierce-haole: “Uh...we’re keeping it a bit lowkey at the moment but uh...not for sure concrete but we think Danni’s pregnant.” He couldn’t hide the excitment in his voice, or the smile spreading across his face, like a kid on Christmas morning excited about opening gifts. 

@big-d-little-i-big-n-little-ozzo  “...it’s a big step forward. We’re in the works of getting another dog together but....if down the line it’s something we think we might be ready for...yeah, I’ve...I’ve considered it.” 

[konokalakaua50]

✨💛 This is the Amazing Person Award! Once you are given this award you are supposed to paste it in the ask of eight different people, who, in your opinion, deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're amazing inside and outside 💛✨

Thanks hon!  You are awesome too!

[loudhaoleinatie]

Hi all, so sorry I've been AWOL.

We've had an ill baby who won't sleep (just a cold but it's combined with teething and a growth spurt so basically it's one big clusterfuck, yay) and also life just generally being busy, but I'm hoping to get some replies up soon. Feeling a bit exhausted but I'll survive :)

Also, for those who don't already know, I've created another rp account (aside from my female Danny - Danni - on tiny-fierce-haole) for my criminal!au Danny, aka Ascarto. He's over on knife-for-hire, so if you want to go check him out there is a post with a bit about his background on there under the tag #biography. I'm definitely up for exploring options for threads with him :)

Enjoy!

Lindy / Danny

[orionknytechildofzeus]

|| Closed Starter for @tiny-fierce-haole || 

Orion caused a bit of a storm over the palace after work hours to give him some coverage. After some trouble in New York, he was asked to head off to the other side of the country in what would look like just another career opportunity in both the mortal and demigod world. Truth be told...he wasn’t a fan of the island life and his father knew it. So to “punish” him and show him a bit of humility, he was given a job of maintaining peace and justice in the supernatural world over the island. Most people would have loved the transfer but not him. He hated the humidity, he wasn’t a fan of the ocean, and he just felt like an outside. It was bad enough being a ‘Haole’ but being a Greek Demigod didn’t make him a favorite for any of the Hawaiian supernatural beings either. But his father was king, and what he ordered was law. 

He was new to HPD’s forensic team, and for the most part they were all pretty cool.Maybe he was just bitching too much about being so far away from home for unseeable amount of time. Hawaii was a very spiritual place but for the most part peaceful He figured he wouldn’t catch anything so soon...and then they were dealing with a cult case. He didn’t have lead on it, still being the new guy so he couldn’t get all the info to see if it was real supernatural shit going on or just mortals being overzealous. 

Even if most people went home after a certain time, he still couldn’t waste time. So he took pics and went home. Storm clearing up after he left. Once he reviewed the cases at home he realized he needed to see things personally. 

The next day he arrived with a half baked plan. He spent a little while on his bike just thinking about how to approach the subject. He saw a Camaro pull up and he recognized Detective Danni, she was his co-worker’s aunt...and one of the people on the supernatural case. Which meant that Eric might be working on it today. Approaching Eric Russo, he smiled as he called out, “Yo Jersey...look, I know as the newbie I don’t always get to choose the cases I work but...you’re heading up that weird cult case right? I’m kinda a supernatural nerd, and I was hoping I could go with you on this one?” 

[hoouna-archived-blog]

"Ah yes, it's almost midnight... which no one is going to kiss me at..." - tiny-fierce-haole

new years / new years eve starters || @tiny-fierce-haole

        ‘’ yeah, yeah, and let me guess. you’re stuck with me, right?  not exactly how you planned on bringing in the new year.  i know.  ‘’   

it’s more of a tease.  something to lighten the mood for the both of them. cause while steve’s never witnessed the ball drop in times square in person, or the chill of the winter watching fireworks from a beach in jersey, he has experienced it here. or on a boat, way out at sea with a few of his buddies. 

a bottle is offered, a soft sort of grin tugging lightly at his lips - which obviously only means that maybe this time steve is up to no good. because a part of him is - if only he can get around the fact that his feet are frozen in place. 

it’s grace’s year to celebrate at home with her mom and step stan, leaving the blond haole to bring it in hawaii style. roasted big, lots of beer, and the dwindling of people that have decided to find a place to watch the fireworks light up the beach.  

         “no so bad, you know.  i mean if y’ really wanted a kiss well... there’s always someone around here who would probably be willing to.’’  

danni’s brows quirk, and for a split second he feels like she’s about to ball up her fist and send it flying at his arm and tell him to shut up - but instead she’s quiet, which ---- well, that’s not much like danni now is it.

                        ‘’yeah, like who?’’

it’s a snort of a retort, the lips of the bottle brought to hers for a drink.  and steve shrugs, quickly tossing the idea out there while she’s currently occupied. 

           ‘’  --------  like me.  ‘’  

[commandersmoothdog]

Closed| Unleashing the Kink Beast

@tiny-fierce-haole

This case had been hell. He’s worked more dangerous angles, he knows that but this one...he and Danni went undercover as a married couple. A part which they were apparently well fitted for. And he knew that. But he and Danni were professionals who worked damn well together and he could never risk it. No matter how much he was attracted to her. How many times he’s masturbated at the thought of her...how many times has he fucked up his own relationships by saying her name instead of his at time girlfriends?  How many times has he been unnecessarily cruel or mean to a perp because they flirted with his Danni? 

He stopped keeping count. 

Any other time he could keep himself in control, but this case really needed them to sell the ‘happily married couple’ angle...so there had been close hugging, intimate eye fucking, and even it’s fair share of make out sessions. 

It drove Steve insane and it was all the bare minimum. 

The case ended and they could go home, but it was late and it did take a lot out of them, so they ended up in a hotel. There was only one room and they were both exhausted. They took it...only to find out it only had one bed. 

“It’s just one night...we’ll survive, right?” He asked with a calm smile even if he was having a mini panic attack. He got to the bathroom first to shower. He needed to work his cock over and release some tension or things would get weird. He took longer than his usual three minutes and ended up getting his clothes wet since he didn’t pay attention to where he tossed them, so when he came back into the room, it was just in his boxers. 

He got comfortable on the side of the bed he chose and tried to keep his head clear. Danni joined him some time after and he did his best to just focus on himself. He eventually went into a light sleep, which was a mistake...or not. In his sleep he turned and out of instinct, pressed himself against his bed partner. Subconsciously aware that it was Danni might have sprang Steve Jr’s interest  because a semi-hard on was pressed against her ass. He rutted gently against her, his mind still hazed with sleep so he didn’t realize he was actually doing it...and it felt really good, so he kept rutting.