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#Vincent Griffith headcannons
dizzydancingdreamer · 3 years
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It’s 12:30 and I can’t sleep so, without further ado, Vincent Griffith headcannons—
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-> I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: this man is the KING of hot chocolate and it was COMPLETELY BY ACCIDENT
-> the ninth ward coven always puts on a Christmas market to fundraise— people come from across the country to see it— and the regent is always in charge of the hot chocolate stand
-> it’s like a little tradition / competition to see who can make the best hot chocolate
-> I’m strongly of the belief that Vincent isn’t that competitive— he just gives me chill NOLA vibes— and that when he realized he would have to make the hot chocolate he panicked a little bit
-> a lot— he panicked A LOT
-> but nonetheless he whipped up some hot cocoa and on the opening day he swallowed his heart and hoped his recipe wouldn’t completely flop— his nana had given it to him after all
-> to ease the edge a bit though he pulls out a bottle of peppermint moonshine— he bartered with the wolves for it— and splashes a bit in but a few people see him and ask him about it
-> “Is that this year’s special ingredient??” “What—“ “If that’s the ingredient count me in!” “Well... okay if you insist.”
-> that’s how Vincent became the king of the underground, Ninth Ward, hot chocolate competition via peppermint moonshine sourced from the Louisiana bayou
-> moving on from Christmas though
-> Vincent collects shoes— but not like fancy ones, just like rubber boots and skate shoes
-> he collects old Converse, he has 15 pairs, each a different color, regardless though his favourite pair is still the classic black high tops
-> he even had one of the young witch artists in his coven paint on a pair and he wears them around— it’s helped her slowly start a business
-> he does that a lot— helps the younger teens and adults in his covens with their hobbies and jobs whenever he can— his wardrobe is basically all embroidered crewnecks, hand knitted jumpers, and crocheted beanies
-> he never misses a moment to hype up one of their brands to the tourists and he keeps their spare business cards in his wallet and always makes sure to boost their social media before the conversation ends
-> he’s so smooth when he does it too that half the time they don’t even know what happened they just know they HAVE to look up the sweater because by god do they want one
-> he’s wickedly good at shooting pool— a product of his university days— and he used to hustle people when he was studying— it helped pay for his degree
-> nowadays he doesn’t take money for games, he plays the kids in his coven and occasionally Josh when him and Davina end up in the same bar as him— it’s always a good time and Josh always whines when he looses— sometimes Vincent lets him win
-> he got a dog after his wife went crazy, he had been so used to always having someone around that when he lost her he started to go a little crazy himself only this time in a different— more painful— way
-> he’s a golden retriever he finds at a rescue society, a little matted with a few scars but Vincent finds comfort in that— they’re both a little worse from wear, despite his appearances though he’s energetic and they click from the jump
-> he names him Baxter and they go everywhere together— Vincent is literally never seen without Baxter
-> at first he swears off magic— afraid of what it did to him and his wife and what it might lead him to do to Baxter— but when he’s called to regency and there is no way out he promises to himself that he won’t let the magic take Baxter away from him
-> the coven loves Baxter and the kids are always playing with him and cuddling him, the church and Lafayette Cemetery are filled with water bowls
-> Baxter and Davina are very close and when she dies he lays by her grave and refuses to move for three days
-> Vincent refuses to leave Baxter so they both take vigil beside her, sometimes joined by Josh or Marcel, once even Kol, until finally Baxter moves
-> he rarely wears matching socks— not to make a statement but because he’s terrible at doing his laundry and he never washes two matching socks at the same time and he’s usually scrambling out the door after grabbing two socks he can find
-> he’s always on time but just barely— he’s the guy pushing through the door at the last second who people roll their eyes at but smile anyway— he’s charismatic and strong though so nobody really minds— he does his job and he does it well and that’s all that matters
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