#musing: tigris snow

[heroestales]

Tigris didn’t want to come on to strong, but she needed to work. Needed her hands busy. And she’d been drawing the other figure for quite some time. But how does one approach someone and say you’d like to dress them? Gently, she sat the notebook to the side. Pencils clattering across the park table. Eyes soft and inviting. “Could we talk for a moment? I may or may not have been… designing for you.”

@walstarterblog

[unheald]

because i have no self control...

[hvbris]

Three generations of Snow . Lucretia, Tigris & Cassia

[totouchthcstars]

Look who just woke up- is that HUNTER SCHAFER? No, I must have been mistaken, that’s TIGRIS SNOW from THE BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS AND SNAKES. I heard they are 23 and stuck here just like everyone else. Even in the 20’s, she still gives off a HAVING A LOT OF PRIVILEGES BECAUSE OF THE STATUS OF HER FAMILY FOR THE FIRST YEARS OF HER LIFE; HAVING TO LEARN TO COOK AS A CHILD SO HER FAMILY WOULD HAVE A WARM MEAL; WANTING TO FOCUS ON A CAREER IN FASHION BUT WORKING IN OTHER JOBS TO MAKE ENDS MEET; OFTEN BEING WORRIED PEOPLE WOULD TAKE ADVANTAGE OF HER VULNERABILITY; ACTUALLY BEING AGAINST THE HUNGER GAMES AND THE THINGS THAT WERE DONE TO THE TRIBUTES impression. In Sydney, they work as a FASHION DESIGNER.They’re known to be quite GENEROUS & SYMPATHETIC ,��but have a tendency to be VULNERABLE & SENSITIVE on their bad days.

Gender/Pronouns : she/her

How long have they been in Sydney : born and raised, but in reality 1 year

Which suburb do they live in? Tba

Personality description : Tigris is evry kind and cares for others - even people she does not know - and yes, maybe she does care too much. She feels for the tributes during the games, and would actually wish they would never have to happen again, ever. And while caring is not bad in general, it also makes Tigris vulnerable in a way that people - her own family included - could take advanage of it. Tigris is also resourceful, creative, and knows how to make much out of basically nothing, especially when it comes to clothes and fabrics.

Memories of their real life : everything from the movie/book

What was their fake life like: Tigris' fake life was simply, but good - compared to her real life, anyway. Her mother was a seamstress teaching Tigris and her two older sisters everything she knew. She also was a widow, so a father was sadly out of the picture. Her sisters got quickly married, but Tigris, for whatever reason, felt like love was not for her, and was dreaming to become a designer instead. It made her mother sad, yet she tried to help her daughter to reach her goals.

Quote: “Then be kind, Coryo, and try not to look down on people who had to choose between death and disgrace”

Theme Song: Secondhand Serenade - Pretend

[heroestales]

@lcvenderhcze

"Thank You, for being here."

Coriolanus and Tigris Snow in The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes (2023)

[heroestales]

❛ i cannot hear my thoughts. ❜ ( connor x tigris )

Tigris knew this feeling well, but she hadn't expected to hear the man voice it. Her hand gently pushing the pencil and sketchbook to the side to turn to him. Coryo's interference in her life had been like a wall of noise as of late. Her smile is pleasant though tight. Blue eyes lingering over the figure. "And are you someone who likes to talk it through or would prefer distance?" She tries. The blonde was unsure the manners with which this new world held. Her brows knitted slightly.

[er1nne]

unraveling threads

Pairing – coriolanus snow x female!reader Word Count? 1.4k Summary – Modeling for Tigris leads to an unexpectedly tense encounter with her cousin, Coriolanus, that leaves him questioning his composure. Tags: some cute fluff, some indecent exposure, flustered coriolanus AN: Something I wrote in-between classes, something cute & sweet & not too long. lol hope y'all enjoy. again, do not plagarize or copy my work, if you do you're going to hell.

The workshop buzzed with the creative chaos that was Tigris’s signature. Bolts of fabric spilled from their shelves, pooling in soft heaps on the floor. Pinned sketches of daring designs adorned the walls, each one a whisper of ambition and artistry. You stood in the center of it all, perched on the raised wooden platform framed by three mirrors. Today’s project—a delicate long-sleeve blouse with sheer detailing and an intricate open neckline—felt like something out of a dream, shimmering faintly under the warm afternoon light. The soft fabric hugged your frame like a secret meant only for you. You had been friends with Tigris since before she started attending fashion school, and when she asked if you would help her with her projects, it felt natural to say yes. She needed someone to model her work—her doll, her muse—and you couldn’t resist the idea. You’d stepped in to be her muse and “living mannequin,” thrilled to help a friend bring her visions to life. “What girl doesn’t like playing dress-up?” It was fun to see her artistic vision come to life on your body, and even more so to support her as she poured her heart into every stitch. Sometimes, you wondered if she realized how much you truly enjoyed being part of her creative world.

Tigris circled you, her sharp eyes taking in every angle of the unfinished design. “Stay still,” she instructed, her tone clipped but not unkind. Her fingers deftly adjusted the fabric near your collarbone. “The neckline is tricky. If you move too much, the stitching might—” Her words were cut off by a faint but unmistakable rip.

The silence that followed was heavy. You froze, glancing down at the blouse in the mirror. A seam along the neckline had given way, causing the fabric to slip lower on one side, baring more of your chest than you intended. Your breath caught, heat rushing to your cheeks as you instinctively clutched at the torn material to keep it in place.

“Well,” Tigris sighed, straightening and pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I warned you, didn’t I? It’s not a disaster, though. I can fix it.” She stepped back, scanning the damage with a critical eye. “Just stay here. Don’t move, or it’ll get worse. I’ll grab my sewing kit.”

“I didn’t move,” you protested softly, your tone tinged with indignation and humor. Your reflection in the mirror betrayed your flustered amusement, caught somewhere between embarrassment and mischief.

Tigris waved you off with an exasperated flick of her hand, already walking toward the adjoining room. “Of course you didn’t,” she muttered absently as she disappeared.

Left alone, you sighed, holding the torn blouse carefully in place as you studied yourself in the mirror. The design, even in its incomplete state, was stunning. The sheer sleeves were embroidered with delicate golden threads, catching the light like tiny strands of spun sunlight. But now, with the neckline slipping dangerously low, the blouse seemed to transform from ethereal elegance to something daringly seductive. A small smile tugged at your lips. Perhaps the rip wasn’t such a disaster after all.

The sound of the door creaking open behind you pulled you from your thoughts. Assuming it was Tigris, you didn’t bother turning around. “Did you find the—” The words died on your lips as you glanced over your shoulder.

Coriolanus Snow stood in the doorway, his tall frame framed by the soft glow of the hallway light. His usually composed expression was frozen in surprise, his pale blue eyes locked on you. His gaze flickered to the torn neckline of the blouse, lingering for a fraction too long before darting away.

“Coriolanus,” you said, your voice calm despite the sudden tension thickening the air. “I didn’t know you were coming by.”

His mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. For someone who always seemed to have a sharp reply or calculated observation, he looked completely undone. “I—I thought Tigris was here,” he stammered at last, his usual smoothness replaced by a rare awkwardness. His hand tightened on the doorknob, his knuckles pale against the polished brass.

“She stepped out,” you explained, adjusting the fabric with deliberate slowness. “The blouse ripped. She went to get her sewing kit.”

His jaw clenched, the muscles working beneath his pale skin as if he were physically willing himself not to look at you again. “I shouldn’t interrupt,” he said stiffly, already stepping back toward the door. His movements were abrupt, almost frantic, as though the very air in the room burned him.

“You’re not interrupting,” you said, tilting your head slightly. A teasing smile danced on your lips, the sight of his flustered expression too tempting to ignore. “Unless you’re afraid of a little torn fabric.”

His eyes flicked to the torn neckline, and for a moment, he forgot himself. The fabric had slipped just enough to bare the soft curve of your chest, still modest but undeniably daring in its exposure. The delicate embroidery and sheer material only added to the effect, catching the warm light and creating a shimmering contrast between what was hidden and what wasn’t. He could he should look away—should step back and give you space—but his gaze lingered a fraction too long, drawn to the elegance of the moment. It wasn’t just the exposure that held his attention; it was the way you stood there, unbothered, one hand carefully holding the fabric in place while the other rested at your side, as if you hadn’t noticed how the blouse now seemed to toe the line between sophistication and seduction. The faint smile on your lips, almost amused, only made the image more arresting. He blinked, realizing too late that his hesitation betrayed him, and he forced his gaze upward, his expression carefully blank.

His cheeks flushed a faint pink, the first crack in his stoic façade. “I’ll come back later,” he muttered, his voice strained. Before you could say anything else, he turned and fled, the door clicking shut behind him.

Later That Day

When Tigris returned minutes later, she found you still standing on the platform, the torn blouse carefully held in place. “This design,” she muttered as she worked to repair the seam, her skilled fingers moving with practiced ease, “is going to be the death of me. But it’ll be worth it when it’s finished.”

You hummed in agreement, though your thoughts were elsewhere. Coriolanus’s reaction played on a loop in your mind, each detail more amusing than the last—the widening of his eyes, the faint flush creeping up his neck, the way he couldn’t seem to get out of the room fast enough. For someone so composed, so calculated, it had been thrilling to see him unravel so completely.

“I didn’t move,” you murmured again, a quiet chuckle escaping your lips. Tigris glanced up briefly, raising an eyebrow at your cryptic remark, but said nothing.

Later, you found Coriolanus in the sitting area near the back of the workshop. He was hunched over a teacup, the porcelain dwarfed by his long fingers. His back was to you, but you could see the tension in his shoulders, the rigid line of his posture. Tigris was already there, leaning casually against the table with an amused smile playing on her lips.

“Something wrong, cousin?” she asked lightly, her tone laced with faux innocence. Coriolanus didn’t look up, his gaze fixed intently on the steaming tea as though it held the answers to all of life’s problems. “No,” he said curtly, his voice clipped and controlled.

Before Tigris could respond, a soft laugh escaped your lips, drawing both their attention. You leaned casually against the doorway, still dressed in the repaired blouse, the shimmer of the fabric catching the light just so. “Thanks for today, Tigris,” you said with a smile, your voice warm and genuine. Then, turning your gaze to Coriolanus, your tone shifted into something softer, lower. “Goodbye, Coriolanus,” you said, the faintest hint of teasing lacing your words.

His breath hitched, his posture stiffening as your words lingered in the air. You slipped out of the room with a playful sway in your step, not bothering to look back. But you didn’t need to. You could feel his gaze burning into your retreating figure.

Once the door shut behind you, Coriolanus let out a heavy sigh, his head falling into his hands. “She’s impossible,” he muttered, his voice muffled but laced with something that sounded suspiciously like defeat.

For the first time, he admitted to himself the truth he’d been avoiding all afternoon: he had a crush on you. And worse, there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Tigris smirked, watching him over the rim of her teacup. “You’ve got it bad,” she teased, but he ignored her, groaning softly as he leaned back in his chair. The memory of you—half

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[heroestales]

Random Starter

tigris and Lucy Gray

@thefinalgxrl

Tigris had felt a certain amount of guilt and pain when it came to Lucy Gray even if the songbird insisted that she held no grudge to her. But she was the family that the blonde had left here. And spending her time around the other girl helped put any amount of ease to the snow's warm blood. She'd been thinking most of the day. Fingers fluttering over paper and pen. Fabric made sense. Lucy Gray made sense. And there wasn't much influence or options of what she could do here. "Lucy Gray," she phrased. Leaning back in her chair. "Do you have a minute?"

[heroestales]

You. It was the raccoon. She tried to remember his name at the moment. Her eyes widened slightly at the question. Blonde hair dancing in front of her face. "I mean. yeah. I know a lot of people that way, but- Doesn't that sound sort of cynical when we could use it to help people instead?"

"Hey, you." Rocket called over from where he was stood. "You ever thought about how weird it is that some folks that you thought were dead are just kinda not dead no more?" He'd been thinking about it for a while now. "How would you like to conduct some research? If we figure it out, we can harness it. Sell it. You ever wanted to be the kinda person that grants wishes?"

@walstarterblog

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Dating Tigris - Headcanon

warning : fluff, hurt/comfort, kissing, no use of Y/n

Info : I needed to write something for sweet Tigris and I will write more for her because she is hust so ahh, she is just everything.

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°She insists on sewing clothes for you whether it's a new dress for summer, a shirt for fall or leg warmers for winter. Tigris just loves to dress you up, use you for inspiration or look at you with a happy smile on her lips.

°In turn, she will be even happier and more fascinated if you are good at something other than sewing. She would love to taste any cakes and muffins when you bake, she would model when you paint just to be happy when she can wear her new clothes.

°During work you spend your lunch breaks together, she shows you what she has sewn and asks you for advice on new drawings and which colors go best together. While you practically have to stuff a loaf of bread in her mouth to get her to eat or give her a berry she loves because of its sweetness and pink color.

°When she has free time, it's long walks through the city or trips to the various districts she would like to see. She knows that it is "officially" dangerous, but nature, the outdoors and life inspire her. She takes your hand and can't stop being amazed.

°Another side of her that you will slowly discover is dancing. Tigris likes to listen to music while tailoring and when she has finished a piece she dances around the house from time to time. She dances into you, which soon leads to either a slow partner dance or a dance full of laughter and merriment as you twirl around and dance to the beat.

°But not every day is happy, there are days when she doesn't grieve a little for the loss of her family. It was her grief for her cousin Coriolanus Snow. Since he had changed into the image of his father, he had grown more and more distant from her. Something that hurt the blonde more than anything. 

°Some days it made her cry and you would take her in your arms. Her hands clasped and Tigris snuggled up to them, an embrace that needed a long, intimate hug before she gave you grateful kisses herself. Cuddling under a warm knitted blanket, you drink a warm milk and just be there for each other.

°,,Thank you, my heart," she murmurs, resting her head on your shoulder again and gently stroking your fingers. She loves to feel your warmth, just to have you with her. The love and security after all the pain.

°Nicknames she would use for you would be: heart, sweetheart, muse. Names she consciously uses to make her partner feel loved and appreciated. In turn, when you call Tigris a nickname she is embarrassed and gets slightly red cheeks but secretly loves it.

[heroestales]

❛ well, aren't you the greatest thing to ever exist? ❜ (Tigris & Tim)

So this town really had flirts or , at least, kind people. But her fair skin reddened slightly at the implication. She abandoned her sketchbook for a moment to fully take him in. She still felt like a cog in the wheel of a machine that she didn't quite understand. Blonde hair falling into her eyes. The snow girl was unused to this new style. But she regarded the man a moment. "And what makes you say that?'

[thesongofthegreens]

just doing an updated posting for my muse list and interested fandoms list!

with the fandoms, i'll put my character in bold and then leave the characters i want to interact in parenthesis. i'm oc friendly and will interact with anyone outside of the most desired list, but i wanted to throw that out there.

i do ask that everyone be 20+ and expect to be asked when i message for those who interact with this post.

fandoms list:

la la land: sebastian wilder (mia dolan, laura wilder, keith)

house of the dragon: alicent high tower (criston cole, aemond targaryen, haelena targaryen, rhaenyra targaryen)

game of thrones: jaime lannister (brienne of tarth, elia martell, tyrion lannister), jon snow (any of the starks tbh, wildlings, daenerys targaryen)

avatar, the last airbender: zuko (katara, any of the gaang, uncle iroh), katara (zuko, sokka)

twilight: jacob black (bella swan, billy black, leah clearwater, charlie swan, any of the pack tbh)

the hunger games: katniss everdeen (peeta mellark, gale hawthorne, prim everdeen, haymitch abernathy, finnick odair)

ballads of the songbirds and snakes: coriolanus snow (lucy gray baird, tigris, livia cardew, clemensia), lucy gray baird (coriolanus snow, any of the covey)

top gun: jane elliot, an oc from the original top gun timeline (maverick, ice man), rooster (phoenix, maverick, hangman, bob), maverick (goose, rooster, ice man, any of the recruits in top gun: maverick)

mission impossible: ilsa faust (ethan hunt, any of the team, anyone with an mi6 oc), ethan hunt (ilsa faust, anyone from the team)

star wars: cal kestis (trilla, merrin, cere, greez, bode), trilla suduri (cal kestis, anyone from the empire), obi-wan kenobi (anakin skywalker, padme, satine kryze, luke skywalker)

harry potter: theseus scamander (leta lestrange, newt scamander), harry potter (hermione granger, any of the weasleys, sirius black, remus lupin), severus snape - preferrably in the marauders era to develop those years (lily potter, any of the marauders, any from the golden trio timeline), julian evander, a ravenclaw oc from hogwarts legacy (sebastian sallow, ominous gaunt, poppy sweeting, natsai onai, garreth weasley)

xmen: logan howlett/wolverine (literally any of the xmen but especially rogue and laura, deadpool), scott summers (hank summers, jean grey, logan, any of the xmen), charles xavier, probably first class and days of future past centric (raven/mystique, erik lehnsherr, hank/beast, any of the xmen)

lord of the rings: aragorn (any of the fellowship, eowyn, arwen)

bridgerton: anthony bridgerton (any in the bridgerton family, edwina sharma, kate sharma, sienna, simon the duke), penelope featherington (colin bridgerton, eloise bridgerton, any in the bridgerton family, any in the featherington family)

[brknmnds]

Muse list

Stranger things

Eddie Munson

Billy Hargrove

Steve Harrington

Chrissy Cunningham

Henry Creel

Jonathan Byers

Stephen King's IT

Henry Bowers

Patrick Hockstetter

Reginald 'Belch' Huggins

Victor 'Vic' Criss

The Lost Boys

David

Dwayne

Marko

Paul

Edgar Frog

Alan Frog

Sons of Anarchy

Happy Lowman

Alexander 'Tig' Trager

Child Play

Charles Lee Ray

Scream

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Crazy Fun Park

Remus

Zed - Trial

Gonzo - Trial

American Horror Story

Michael Langdon

Tate Langdon

Original Characters

Olivia Bowers - IT

Frankie Bates

Violet Bates

Hestia Wolfe || HP verse

Faustian Wolfe || HP verse

Cornelius 'CJ' Jamieson - Good Omens

Jimmy Cunningham - Stranger Things

Adelia Brooks - Crazy fun park

Maximus Grant - Crazy fun park

Colette 'Cole' Murphy

Aleksandr Volkov

Polaris Snow - The Hunger Games

Avery Hart

Ástríðr Svendottir

Hati Greyback - Harry Potter

Lucas Wesley James

Aiden Sullivan

Elijah Crane - DC Batman

Silas Hawthorne

Sophie Thatcher

Baelon Targaryen - HOTD

Amelia Beaufort - Walking Dead

Skylar Evans

Harry Potter

Tom Riddle

Regulus Black

Draco Malfoy

Lucius Malfoy

Blaise Zabini

Vikings

Ivar The Boneless

Sigurd 'Siggy' Lothbrok

Hvitserk Lothbrok

Floki

Mythology

Angrboða

Jörmungandr

Hati

Skoll

Thrúd

Iðunn

Skaði

Loki

Týr

House of the Dragons

Aegon Targaryen II

Daemon Targayen

Nettles

Alys Rivers

Laenor Velaryon

Outer Banks

Rafe Cameron

JJ Maybanks

Divergent series

Eric Coulter

The Invitation

Walter De Ville

Julie and the Phantoms

Alex Mercer

Gen V

Maverick

Sam Riordan

Jordan Li

Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

Coriolanus Snow

Tigris Snow

Batman

Jack Napier - Pre - The Joker

Jonathan Crane

Jervis Tetch

House of 1000 corpses

Otis Driftwood

Fargo

Gator Tillman

Fear the Walking Dead - Season 3 and before

Nick Clark

Troy Otto

Qaletaqa Walker

Baldurs Gate

The Dark Urge - Zion

Assassin Creed: Valhalla

Eivor Varinsdottir

Farcry 5

Joseph Seed

Jacob Seed

John Seed

[wcrriorhearts]

𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋

Starter call for my muses in the Hunger Games universe. Please let me know in the comments who you'd like, otherwise I'll choose. Multis please specify for whom ���

✧ Annie Cresta ✧ Posy Hawthorne ✧ Tigris ✧ Vesta Snow ( has a verse set during the Hunger Games as well found here )

[scouts-thingsandrps]

Hunger Games Muse List

(Note: This takes place in an AU where the rebellion took place after the 74th Hunger Games, so the districts are united, quite a few characters are alive, and Panem is a democracy.)

Katniss Everdeen

Peeta Mallark

Primrose Everdeen

Clove Kentwell

Cato Hadley

Marvel Sanford

Glimmer Belcourt

Finch ‘Foxface’ Crossley

Rue Barnette

Thresh Morrowson

Johanna Mason

Finnick Odair

Annie Cresta

Haymitch Abernathy

Lucy Gray-Baird

Coriolanus Snow

Tigris Snow

OCs

Moth Wardenfall

Perl Turing

Harvest Baker

Caspian Drew-Rosenberg

[heroestales]

Tigris Snow had hoped she could assimilate into the world that she was now faced in. She was a naturally kind hearted person and she was used to acting as if she were capable at this point. However, she hadn't really asked Lucy Gray about where to stay. Or if the hotel or anywhere else really had options. Plus, there were cars here. Giant hulking things that she didn't quite understand. That's how most people got around. And she didn't know where she was going in the slightest. A police offer, That's what she had heard them called. Like a peacekeeper. "That would be because I don't know where I am going, miss. My name is Tigris Snow. And I sort of... woke up here."

VANESSA HAD SPENT HER ENTIRE LIFE TRYING TO HELP PEOPLE. she had spent her entire life attempting to keep them safe, almost as if she were .. almost as if she were trying to make up for everything that had father had done. almost as if she were attempting to be better and ... that was precisely why she had chosen to join the police force. why she had attempted to do something different. when she saw someone walking around, almost as if they did not know what they were doing? vanessa approached them, slowly raising her badge. "HEY THERE . I'M OFFICER SHELLY -- ARE YOU DOING ALRIGHT? you look quite lost. can i help you get somewhere?" obviously, she hoped that she could. (@walstarterblog)