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swynlake-spill · 1 year
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Well, I saw Kim and Tigg dancing together and they looked pretty close....
BUT DID THEY KISS.
the kiss count on NYE is the most important dataset as u know so come on get me the DETAIL. DID. THEY. KISS.
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jameshcricket-blog · 6 years
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Words of Encouragement || Cricket Cub
@tiggnevertiegan
Thankfully the weather had been warming up as of late. Spring was his favorite season. It allowed him to open his window, for the plants to come in the rich greens he loved so much. Growth, renewal, life. It was a lovely time of the year. It reminded him of New Zealand, despite the months at which it occurred were opposite, with all the colors returning to the Earth. 
It also allowed him to do his favorite pass time without feeling completely miserable. Sitting in the park at the end of the day to watch the sun sink and the people of Swynlake come out to enjoy the warmer air. Which is exactly where he was that day.
His back was pressed back into the bench, his legs tucked just underneath the seat with his ankles, hands folded on his lap, and an umbrella leaning against the bench next to him, just in case one of those Spring showers decided to follow him on his way home.  
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bdrpmemes · 6 years
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Tigg, to Shere: Instead of being my guardian, can you just give me $5,000 and go away?
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greatiggspectations · 3 years
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You don't wanna see me bratty Pet the kitty, call me catty Make your man call me daddy He talk too much, he's too chatty (not cool) CEO, I'm savvy Respect a bitch, I'm a maverick Flexible, so elastic But don't do you dare bend a bitch backwards Fuck a princess, I'm a king Bow down and kiss on my ring Being a bitch is my kink What the fuck else did you think? Fuck a princess, I'm a king Bow down and kiss on my ring It's gonna hurt, it'll sting Spittin' your blood in the sink
Name: Tigg Winchell -- no Tiegan “Tigg” this AU, just straight up Tigg
Age: 23
District: 1
Magic?: Vaagh, can transform into a tiger
Occupation: Model, Career trainer
Opinion on the Games: Incredibly for it
Biography: 
TW: violence
Tigg Winchell grew up in District 1′s orphan home and learned very early in life that the only way to claw her up from the bottom of District 1 society was to prove herself capable. Capable of what, exactly?
Killing, of course.
She spent her days training for the Games, awaiting an opportunity to enter the arena, much like most of District 1. Tigg was eleven years old when she caused her first permanent injury to another person in training. She pushed another girl off of a high platform, causing her to land on neck and paralyzing her. She supposed she felt bad at first but then when a pervious victor took her under their wing and their pet trainee...well.
At eleven years old, Tigg finally clawed through the muck of being an orphan and gained some semblance of a place in society. She was not going to fuck it up by showing a weakness such as remorse. The only way to further her place in society was to become a monster and Tigg was all too happy to do that.
What she didn’t take into account is that, sometimes, even monsters could love. Gliss struck her like lightning when they were trainees together when Tigg was fifteen, and seven years later, Gliss was still Tigg’s world and one and only weakness.
Her joyful, triumphant face slipped, only for a moment, when right after she volunteered as tribute, Gliss’ name was called out as the final tribute for District 1.
Strengths: Accidentally listed 3 on the graphic so let’s just have survival skills and weaponry (bow and arrow and melee weapons) count
Weaknesses: All 3 on graphic can count! Arrogant, dumb TM (great at memorizing things like building fire, edible plants and insects, etc, but otherwise not very smart), and a lil clumsy
Specialty: 
Tigg had considered her performance carefully.
She knew what was impressive and what wasn’t -- if she just rattled off a list of edible plants and insects, what would she have scored, huh? Maybe a 5 if one of the judges was a plant nerd. Had she gone in with a melee weapon display? Okay, sure. She could probably max out at a 7 is she went full bloody brutal on those training dummies. But a bow and arrow performance?
Tigg wagered that would give her the highest chance at a 10. She could wrangle an 8 in her sleep, but the potential for a 10 was only in the bow and arrow.
She began by shooting at some moving targets -- two arrows hit the vital organ marks, one hit above the knee. Shit. Now wasn’t the time to slip, Tigg.
One more arrow went right past the “head” of one target and into the shoulder of another. Tigg salivated, nervous, and couldn’t help but drool a little from the corner of her mouth. She was salivating too quickly too swallow it all. Pfft. Of course now, on the most important stage of her life, she gets stage fright.
Well, then. She would just have to make up for her error with a show stopper.
She climbed up the platforms and fake trees, moving through the trees with the ease of a squirrel -- or, she thought to herself, a wild cat -- and hid herself among the fake foliage. Silence.
Tigg allowed enough time to pass so that the gamemakers thought she was only going to hide, only going for the stealth points...she pulled an arrow from her quiver, slowly, so as not to alert anybody. 
Whoosh! Thwack!
An arrow lodged itself into the wall between two gamemakers, and as they stared at the trembling arrow, Tigg ran to the edge of the platform and dismounted with a flip, landing on her feet and quickly geared up to shoot another arrow. She sent it into a moving target, right at the “forehead.”
Ding! Her time was up.
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Favorite Relationships: Shere Khan and Tiegan Winchell (Tiger Cub)
@professor-lungri @greatiggspectations 
This will be very incoherent because I have!! So many feelings about these two that it makes it impossible to put into words but I am going to try so lol bare with me here!! 
I am a sucker for the trope of found family!!! It’s a staple and no matter what form it’s in or how many times I see it, it makes me go insane and these two are no exception! I love how different they are? Like Shere seems like a very quiet but still sassy, bookish professor while Tigg is very loud and blunt. But they’re both hilarious and bounce off one another so well. 
They have both been through a lot in their lives!! Shere losing his family and his father being not a great person (putting it mildly aha) and then Tigg being in the foster system then the streets and having to deal with a whole stalker. And both of them sharing that stigma around them being a shifter, both from Mundus and Magicks. They have both experiences loss and loneliness, but they’re both so funny and joke-y about life!! I think they’re an interesting take on the trope that’s made a big climb in popularity of “single dad and his adopted child.” 
And they have one another!!! I love that they were able to find one another and just adopt the other in as family, that they just refer to one another as their father and their daughter. If there is one thing that people with trauma deserve it is to find people who love and accept them and getting to keep those people. I like that these two show up for one another and that even though they are not related by blood and didn’t grow up together, they’re still family!!! And they care about one another and will protect one another and just!! I love them, they make me feel so soft and yet can make me burst out laughing with just how funny their inner thoughts and dialogue are. 
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Ashleigh’s District One Styles: Mei Qin and Tigg Winchell at the Tribute Parade
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evil--endeavors · 3 years
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aesthetic: tigg winchell
“Hey cool cats and kittens, I’m Tigg Khan. I can play piano, guitar, base, and sing. I’m our current frontwoman and bass player until we maybe find someone to fill one of my two shoes.” [x] @greatiggspectations
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hngrylikethewoolf · 5 years
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BHP || Task One Summary ||  FPH
@greatiggspectations
Errol Woolf and Tigg Winchell begin their task of hunting a unicorn the best way they know how: sniping at one another! Knowing that unicorns are attracted to virginal young women Errol takes it upon himself to ask whether or not his partner is, ahem, virginal herself. (The Answer was yes, by the way. It works in their favor, even if Tigg cursed him out until she was blue in the face). With this rather tricky obstacle out of the way, Tigg and Errol realize that they must improvise a way to capture their quarry. As they walked further into the Forbidden Forest, the pair discuss their options, finally discovering that their skills in Transfiguration will aid them in their endeavors. It is decided that Tigg will find some trees, scale them, and cut lengths of vine from them for them to turn into rope. 
Now, if only they could keep away from the spiders. 
While Tigg uses her goblin steel blade to cut the sections they’d need, Errol provides her with the light she needs by casting LUMOS. The Slytherin hopes that the light will keep the Acromantula away but the spiders are far keener on the two champions. At some point, Tigg drops their bottle of anti-paralysis potion into a deep chasm beneath the tree’s roots and Errol only has a single glance at it as it bounces merrily away from them both. To his dismay, the spiders continue advancing on them despite his best efforts. He cuts the light with a gritted NOX and, instead, uses INCENDIO and SECTUMSEMPRA to drive the spiders away, Tiegan providing encouragement and curses in equal measure from her comfy little perch up in the trees. 
And, why yes, he is covered in spider blood when it’s all said and done, thank you for asking. 
Vaguely disgusted and wishing this task was over already, they still have to catch the bloody unicorn. Well, Tiegan does. 
After she successfully returns with the length of vine they need, Tigg transfigures it into a long enough length of rope to be used as a lasso. She is, incidentally, also the one tasked to carry it while Errol uses their burn-healing potion to heal some of the, er, crispy bits on his arms from his spellcasting. The pair trudge ever-onward, finally coming across their prize when Tigg figuratively, and literally, stumbles into a clearing. 
Errol is able to hastily whisper CAVE INIMICIUM to hide himself from the unicorn’s presence. In his hiding spot, Errol is able to keep an eye out for any(more) danger while Tigg gets her paws on their lovely four-legged friend. If he maaaaaybe casts a teeny-tiny, itty-bitty ARESTO MOMENTUM to slow the animal’s reflexes shhh. No one needs to know.
After a long, drawn-out incredibly boring time of dragging ass, Tigg is able to rope the animal. For extra precautions, she uses INCARCEROUS on the unicorn, the added ropes giving them better control. With two hands now instead of one, the pair lead the animal out of the forest and into the dawn, much to the pairs’ chagrin. 
Thankfully, there were no more spiders.
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You Don’t Know What You Don’t Know / Tiger Cub
@professor-lungri
Tigg had been living with Shere for a little over a whole year now, had taken to calling him Da over the course of the fucked up summer, and for the first time in her life, had a home.
She had a job. She was a part time cinematography and photography student at Pride U. For the first time in her life, she had direction.
But it seemed the case for her was always that she couldn’t go forward without keeping one eye on the past. Manchester was always on her mind, the apartment with Eoin, wondering how long he was there before someone discovered him. The dumpster she was found in as a baby. And why the person who put her there left her with nothing but a necklace in an envelope tucked inside the hospital blanket she was wrapped in.
Why she hadn’t been good enough. Why for some reason Shere thought she was. 
And it wasn’t that Tigg pitied herself-- accuse her of as much and you’ll be knocked out in a minute. No, it was mere curiosity. Why a necklace and not at least a name so that the government workers didn’t name her the horrid Tiegan Marlene Winchell?
Again, Tigg did not pity herself. Plenty of people had it as bad or worse than her. She’s found silver linings at least for now. She was more than surviving, and arguably, was thriving.
But there was so much she didn’t know.
As she sat across the dining room table from Shere - his nose is the paper, hers in her Hindi language homework - she took a sip of her tea and without looking up, clicked her tongue to get his attention.
“So...both of my birth parents ‘ad to be vaagh. Right? And you’re- you’re sure you ‘adn’t met any other vaagh since leaving India before me. Not one, not once?” Tigg looked up here, making pleading, sad eyes at the newspaper. “Not a single one in Manchester or Liverpool, or anywhere else in the North you can remember?”
She chewed on her bottom lip a bit before looking down at her homework, looking like a kids caught in the cookie jar. “I guess almost 21 years is a long time to 'fink back anyway.”
“Fat lot of sense they ‘ad.” Tigg played with the necklace’s pendant with an unaffected smile, as she always did. Brave faces and all. “You’d think you throw your baby in the dumpster, you at least leave ‘em with some’fin meanin’ful if anything at all. But just a necklace with no note, and a necklace not of any real value either. I’ve tried pawning it for money for food before.”
“Didn’t work. But at least I don’t have to do that that. I just complain to you about when I did instead. I think that’s a lot of what family is, Da. Complaining.”
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Name: Sofia Álvarez-Hagebak Class: Third Class Marital Status: Single Partner: Tigg Winchell Occupation: Maid (Princess in Disguise)
Enchanica didn’t exist. Or at least it hadn’t until Sofia’s father had decided to reveal them to the world.
The kingdom was kind of figuring out how they felt about that.
Sofia was all for revealing their existence to the Magicks of the world, and was one of the first to offer to go into the wider world in disguise to gauge the reaction from the ground. She ended up in Manchester, where she worked as a maid in several affluent households. Between spying on the elite and reporting her findings back to Enchancia, Sofia met Tigg.
The two maids became quick friends, moving together from house to house where they would giggle and joke as they worked. Soon, their friendship blossomed into something else, and Sofia could do nothing but embrace the change. When Tigg confessed the truth of her magic to her, Sofia knew her time as a spy was done, and the two saved up to buy tickets to America where they would meet with Sofia’s brother who would bring them home to Enchancia. 
Where they would be safe. Where Sofia could give her dearest friend and love everything she deserved. Where they could be who they were meant to be with no restraints.
But first, to America!
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swynlake-rp · 2 years
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“The wonderful thing about tiggers / Is tiggers are wonderful things / Their tops are made out of rubber / Their bottoms are made out of springs / They’re bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun / But the most wonderful thing about tiggers is I’m the only one / IIIII’m the only one!”
FULL NAME: Tighe Winchell BASED ON: Tigger (Winnie the Pooh) FACE CLAIM: Neelam Gill   PRONOUNS: She/her   BIRTHDAY: April 30, 1998   CURRENT STATUS: Closed
Character Information || cw: bullying, abuse, manipulation, drugs || 
Tiegan Marlene Winchell was the name given to her by - well, that’s the question, isn’t it? It wasn’t her birth parents, because the social workers always said it was a name a social worker helped come up with. Whoever it was, Tiegan Marlene Winchell wants to know and she wants to punch them in the face. First of all, Teagan is already awful enough, but they went ahead and saddled her with the ‘creative’ spelling of Tiegan anyway. Marlene wasn’t bad. By itself, she didn’t mind it and there was a time when she considered just going by Marlene, but that was a tough name change to make stick when bouncing from foster home to group home to foster home. So, when Tiegan Marlene Winchell was eight, she decided that people would just call her “Tigg.”
And Tigg stuck. Tigg was easy to catch onto after first hearing Tiegan, and to her, Tigg sounded strong. Tiegan cries when you tug on her braids, Tigg turns around and punched you in the face.
And it sounded a lot like tiger, didn’t it? She liked that. Almost as much as she liked her ability to ‘go tiger’ if someone stole her toys, or tried to start a fight with her. Oh, Tigg would never use her claws or teeth to hurt anybody. She was all about fighting fair, she’d only ever use her fists. But the mere sight of a tiger often shut down any altercation before it could really start. The rumors followed her everywhere as well; people tended to keep a wide berth with her, and she liked that. Good. If you think the unwanted foster kid is weak and can be messed with? Think the fuck again. Tigg couldn’t intimidate everyone, though. As a child, she endured bullying, social exclusion, and a general sense that nobody wanted anything to do with her because she was an orphan, a creepy shapeshifter. Tigg wasn’t dangerous…but since there was no way to make people believe that? Fine. Fine! She’d just own her gift, then!
Her life went on like that, a lonely existence wherein nobody gave a damn about her. Tigg constantly ran away from group and foster homes as early as age seven - look around. These group homes have twelve plus girls, the families have three real kids, an adopted kid, and two other foster kids. Nobody cared about Tigg. Tigg was a paycheck to these people, especially since she was also a “monster” in these peoples’ eyes.
She didn’t have friends either; until she was fifteen, she made friends with some kids from school. Well. “Friends” in the loosest sense. They partied and shoplifted clothes and food together. It counted. It was through one of these friends in the same foster home as her, fourteen year old Lesley Christie, that soon-to-no-longer-be seventeen year old Tigg met Lesley’s biological brother, twenty-two year old Eoin Christie. That was where Tigg’s real problems began.
See, Tigg was about to age out of the system. It was March. Tigg would be eighteen April 30th. Some of the kids she knew in the system had biological grandparents too poor to afford raising them with whom they’d go to live with once they aged out. Some kids had biological older siblings like Lesley had Eoin. Some kids has their biological parents who lost the right to raise them to drug charges but had contact - so of course the kids would go to them for a roof. Some kids were much more intelligent than Tigg and had uni scholarships. Tigg had none of these things.
Suffice to say, Tigg was freaking out. Facing homelessness in the middle of studying for her GCSE’s? No thanks.
(Look. Tigg was many things, but she wasn’t stupid. She knew that doing well on these exams could mean potential advancement in life. So if she took one thing seriously, it was GCSEs.)
Tigg didn’t have a plan. Until Eoin Christie. Eoin saw something in Tigg - probably how desperate and gullible she was at the time - and pursued her.  On her eighteenth birthday, she packed up the few belongings she had to her name and moved in with Eoin. Tigg…didn’t love Eoin. At least, she didn’t think so?
It was after she moved in that Eoin began to shed his charming facade and his true nature showed. But he was worth it, the house was worth it, better than she would have out there. That’s what Tigg told herself. Her GCSE scores took a hit, which raised a red flag with her, and she almost gave that little voice another listen. Before Eoin, she was on a path to mostly As, Bs, and some A*s. She ended up with only one A*, one A, two Cs, and the rest Bs. Okay, not…horrible. But Tigg was a MOSTLY an even mix of As and Bs student plus 1-3 solid A*s to be expected. Never a C.
But Tigg told herself she was happy with this. This was fine, this was fine. Tigg could never go to uni anyway, it - it was better this way. She was lucky.
She was fine with this, she was fine with it all. At least she had a home. It could be worse. And in July 2017? It did get worse - she didn’t remember when she went tiger. All she knows is that one second she was terrified and then next, she was standing, naked and confused, and Eoin was on the floor bleeding. A lot. It had to be her tiger, it had to be. Afraid both that she’d killed him and that she hadn’t, Tigg packed up everything of hers she could find and stuffed it into three duffel bags and she finally. Ran. Away.
It was in her running that Tigg made use of 24-hour uni libraries, and pretending she was a student, researched about magick shifters, trying to piece together what the hell she actually was. Because she sure as hell wasn’t a human. In her research, while living in a two bedroom apartment in Glasgow with ten other women, that Tigg first found the word “VAAGH.”
Vaagh. An Indian humanoid tiger shapeshifter. Well…Tigg was Indian, she knew that much about herself, a-and she could turn into a tiger. But…she didn’t know for sure. She didn’t know anything about her birth parents besides a handful of clues left with her as a baby in front of a Hindu temple. So she couldn’t be sure.
And that’s what had brought Tigg Winchell to Swynlake. Sort of Swynlake. Right now, Tigg is surviving by bouncing between The Next Town Over, Besydus, the nearest big city, and Swynlake to sneak into gyms for showers, steal uni students’ student IDs to use a meal swipe at the cafeterias, strip at whatever strip club will pay her for a night - Tigg has been homeless for five months and she’s been charismatic her entire life. She will survive.
Could her situation be better? Sure. But for once in her life? This is fine. This really, really is fine, and she doesn’t mind waiting this out. For once, she’s almost happy.
After coming to Swynlake, Tigg met Shere Khan, the first vaagh she’d ever met. He immediately took her in off the street, where he met her literally eating out of a garbage can, and Shere has become the first parental figure she’s ever had. She even calls him ‘Da’ and refers to him as her father to other people.  
✓  Charismatic, carefree, tough
✖  Childish, egotistical, inconsiderate
Character Suggestions
Indian
Current Relationships
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Possible Relationships
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Magical Abilities
Tiger Shapeshifter (Vaagh) – can shift into a tiger whenever he wants; has heightened senses, speed and strength while a human
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swynlake-spill · 1 year
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who DIDN'T kiss that should have and why is the answer Hatter and uhhhh the old bartender from Pixie's
ugh i KNOW they were together and everything and what did they do? WHAT DID THEY DO. they talked, my readers. They simply talked, at a socially acceptable distance from each other, probably about boring man adult topics i simply cannot fathom would be better than kissing.
other people who disappointed me over NYE includes:
tibbs and babette. yeah we saw u TALKING
kim and tigg. unless i missed this kiss but they were do everything (see: dancing grinding etc) BUT kissing... smh
rose and pacifica. i realize that pacifica has a boyfriend but i DO think this would have been hot.
shame on u all.
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bdrpwhisperers · 6 years
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Tigg Winchell was a cocaine addict
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bdrpmemes · 6 years
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Hi, I’m auditioning for the part of Tigg Winchell and I’ll be singing “Cocaine” by Eric Clapton
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greatiggspectations · 4 years
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Knight(ley) In Shining Armor || Tulip
continuation of an unhealthy obsession 
tw: blood, stabbing
@knightley--phillip
The thing was, Tigg was sure she was going to die. The fact she had already made it to twenty-one, almost twenty-two years old was a surprise in and of itself, because girls with her life can have an early expiration date.
It was a minor miracle she wasn’t some serial killer’s unknown fifth victim by now because everyone knows to go after the foster kids turned sex workers.
Tigg, if you think about it, had had a decent life these past two years. She even got to change her last name from Winchell, which the system gave her, to Khan, Shere’s name. If you were to ask her ghost if she died now her ghost would say she already got to live a better life than she ever thought she could.
That didn’t mean she planned to die without a fight, oh no. As Eoin stabbed her, Tigg kept shouting his goddamned name so that if she was going to be Kitty Genovesed, at least if someone heard the murdered girl shout ‘Eoin Christie’ as she’d getting murdered, maybe that would get him caught.
“Eoin Christie is murdering me!” Tigg screeched as she struggled with him. “Help! His name is Eoin Christie! E-O-I-- ugh!” 
Eoin punched her in the face and knocked her to the ground, the straddled her with the bloody knife pointed at her neck. “What did I say? You die nice and quiet, and I don’t fuck you up as bad as you deserve.”
Tigg locked eyes with him and made sure she held eye contact so she could knock the knife out of his hand. She was too weak to push him off of her, though she did try, and she shouted “Eoin spelled E-O-I-N! Is sta-”
He clapped a hand over her mouth as he fumbled around with the other to find the knife.
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swynlake-spill · 1 year
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Someone is destroying all the pumpkins on people’s doorsteps in Southern Isles! Any intel on who it might be?
OMG. our very own Halloween True Crime?? Someone page Amy Gabble at Foul...we need this investigated rn!
however yes i will do some perfectly innocent speculating.
aquata triton: hates fun
john clayton: probably would think they're a fire hazard
mim ambrosius: something something offensive to wiccan tradition and sorcerers at large something something!!!
hades and belle acheron: they need enough pumpkin sacrifices to re-open hell or something
zero: his talent is like.......rotting things on purpose???????????
tigg and phil: idk kind of feels like something these two would do while sloshed OUTTA THEIR MINDSSS
tae moon: wants his family to sell MORE pumpkins
berlioz: he's a fan of the smashing pumpkins. ha.
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