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10yrsyart · 1 year
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my bestie suggested more Christmas Crossover AU and i couldn’t say no to that 😂 the differing elf lore is funny to me so i had to address it somehow. i think that after dealing with North, the elves would flock to someone who takes them (semi) seriously. and Bernard just hits that balance of grumpy efficiency 👌
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Bernard: Why am I here
Jack: You need to get out more, I'm getting you out more.
Bernard: My job is management and keeping out intruders. I'm not supposed to become one.
Jack. It's fine, I'm allowed in here. North is just out for the day.
Bernard: You brought me to see a bunch of gnomes?
Jack: No no, not gnomes, elves. Go on, say something to them!
Bernard: Encouragement really isn't my strong suit-
Jack: Then do what you do best~
Bernard: ...Right.
Bernard: You! What're your jobs around here?
Elf 1: (~)
Bernard: Bakers? Cocoa brewers? Excellent. And you?
Elf 2: (~)
Bernard: Musician, fantastic. Traditional positions huh.
Elf 3: (~!)
Bernard: “Haughty”? Of course he's haughty, all Santas are. They don't appreciate the nuance of the background workforce. We elves are the vital backbone of Santa's workshop. You all have important tasks to keep, so I’m expecting good results from you.
Bernard: And I don't like to be disappointed. Capiche?
(elves cheery excitedly)
Jack: Oooh, looks like someone’s got some new fans! North is gonna love this.
Jack: You know the elves don't do the actual toy making, right?
Bernard: Whatdo'ya take me for, an amateur?
(Bonus 1)
Curtis: This is the fifth stack of personal letters you've received this week, Bernard. This is all highly suspicious..
Bernard: Curtis, you wouldn't know “suspicious” if it hit you in the face with a bowl of waxed fruit.
(Bonus 2)
North: There's something wrong with the elves, I'm sure of it!
Tooth: How so?
North: These are the BEST. Cookies. I have ever eaten!
(Jack laughs quietly)
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mittos · 4 months
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I know Christmas passed but I haven’t stopped thinking about Bernard and Curtis! I had hc that Curtis views Bernard as a big brother and really looks up to him :)
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herbalsingularitea · 4 months
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Santa: it’s less than a week til Christmas, how you guys holding up
Bernard, Curtis, and Quintin:
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the-arch-elf · 4 months
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Little known fact but Curtis has to be kept on a reindeer backpack leash when we’re out in public because if not, he’ll start climbing light poles to mess with the lights
This is exactly what he looks like:
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curtistheelf · 4 months
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Why do you not like Bernard?
I do like Bernard !!!! I don't know why people keep asking me this!
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quintins-mittens · 4 months
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hext00ns · 4 months
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Curtis’ first job is being assistant head elf. His second job is keeping Bernard’s blood pressure as low as humanly possible (he is not as good at the second job as he is the first)
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kringletheelf04 · 1 year
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Dad is late and Laura wants to make my life hell (chapter 1)
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Ever since I could remember I've had the name Bernard practically engraved onto my wrist. Elegant strokes had seemed to dance joyfully across my skin, silver glittery writing that practically glows. I've never met anyone with only a first name. In fact I've never met anyone with a tattoo on them since birth.
Today was Christmas Eve and Laura was dropping Charlie off at me and dads house. Neil, his stepdad, decided to drive them there.
I see them pull into the driveway and open the door wide as Charlie runs to me with open arms. I pick him up and spin around once and set him back down as he giggles. I stand back up and hug Laura .
"I see your father couldn't even be here to greet Charlie. Not that I'm surprised." Laura snarks.
"He just got caught up at work for a little more than he thought. He called me and said he'll be here within the hour." I retort.
Even if she is my step mom she doesn't deserve to be able to talk shit about dad. He's never been the same since their divorce. My mom died when I was around 11. It was on Christmas Day that she died and I've never liked it since. I remember asking Santa to have her survive that year. I had rushed down the stairs hoping to see my mom and dad on the couch, mom checked out from the hospital and all better. Instead I got a dad with glassy eyes and every present I had ever wanted over the years, but no mom. Ever since then I stopped believing in Santa and the whole Christmas shtick. I'm now 22 and work as a baker living in my childhood home with my dad. He could never do it alone and I could never imagine what he would do alone. He's planning to make Christmas dinner so I've already made a reservation for Dennys seeing as it's the only thing open late on Christmas Eve. As I was silently praying that I don't have to spend any more time than necessary with this woman Charlie's voice breaks my concentration on keeping a fake smile on.
"There's not any Christmas lights outside sissy! Can we put some up to surprise dad when he comes home?!" Charlie pleads with the biggest puppy eyes he could muster.
Sighing I nod and kiss his head.
"Sure bud but I'm gonna have to get them from the attic so stay here in the living room until I get back."
He nods his little head and pulls his mom onto the couch where he sits.
I trudge up the stairs to the attic and open the pull latter. All are Christmas decor is still in boxes because dad knows it's a sore subject. But I'd probably kill someone if Charlie asked. So I suffer bringing down the cardboard box labeled *X-MAS LIGHTS*. I make my way back down to the living room and Laura has this annoyed look on her face. As if I'm not fit to watch my brother even though I'm 22. I literally have a successful bakery in downtown Chicago for christs sake!
Charlie notices my presence and runs over to me with the biggest grin he could muster.
"Sissy (y/n)! Let's go decorate the house!" He gently pulls on my sweater sleeve as he guide me out the door. Laura gets up with crossed arms and follows us out.
"So (y/n), you ever get that little idea of yours off the ground? Because if not I'm sure your dad can give you a job scrubbing toilets at his company." Laura asks rather smugly.
Oh how I hate that bitch. I force a smile on my face and turn to her.
"Actually I have a shop in downtown Chicago on Michigan avenue. Thanks for asking Laura!" I rub in her face and get back to lifting Charlie into the air to put the lights on the roof.
"Well how do you afford that. I mean you can't be making that much money off of cookies alone. Are you running a drug ring in the back?" Laura whispers the last bit into my ear as to block Charlie from hearing it.
I bite my lip and take a deep breath before setting Charlie back down and turning to her.
"Charlie it's getting a little cold, why don't you run along inside and I'll be inside in a minute." I smile at him.
"Ok sissy (y/n)!" Charlie skips inside shutting the door behind him.
"How dare you. I've been very cordial seeing as your a massive bitch and all you can say is that I have got to be a drug dealer because I'm making enough money to afford my dream." I snap at her.
Looking dumbfounded she begins sputtering as dad rolls into the driveway.
"Hey guys! Sorry I'm late. Hope I haven't kept you waiting to long!" Dad smiles at us not realizing how tense things just were.
"There's Christmas lights up!
(y/n), I didn't think you wanted them up this year." Dad looks at me confused
"Charlie wanted to surprise you. You know I can't say no to his little face!" I defend myself laughing a bit.
"Your daughter just called me a bitch just so you know Scott." Laura tells dad.
Dad frowns at me "(y/n), now why would do that? All she did was drop Charlie off."
"She said that I was a drug dealer!" I defend myself.
"I did no such thing!" Laura lies.
"(y/n) apologize to your stepmom now!" Dad practically seethes.
"That's bullshit and you know it. She's lying. And she's not even my stepmom anymore!" I turn and go into the house slamming the door behind me.
"Why do you and mom always have to fight?" Charlie surprises me by popping up in front of me.
"We weren't fighting sport. We were singing! But your moms singing kinda sounds like cats fighting. So that's what you heard honey!" I try to reassure him. I don't think he buys it but doesn't ask further.
Dad soon comes inside and Charlie rushes over to him. Dad whisks him into his arms.
"Why are there no presents under the tree?" Charlie asks dad.
"Well Santa has to come yet buddy!" I reassure him.
"Neil and mom said that Santa's not real. Believing is for babies!" Charlie shakes his head.
Of course the fucking did. Can't the kid enjoy anything?
"Well I believe in Santa and I'm not a baby." Dad tells him, hoping to save the spirit. I quickly agree "I agree and I'm not a baby either!"
"Well sport! I'm gonna start on our delicious Christmas turkey!" Dad strides into the kitchen.
"So we have to eat it? Can't we go out to eat sissy (y/n)?" Charlie whisper asks to me.
"Don't worry sport. I already called Dennys and made a reservation for 8." I encourage him.
"But I don't like Dennys!" Charlie cries.
"I know but it's the only thing that's open on Christmas sport!" I disclose to him.
*TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY BURNT TURKEY*
Smoke billows out of the kitchen entrance. It envelopes dad and his extinguisher as he fights the fire. Charlie and I are sitting at the dining table and I give him a knowing look.
"Dad, let's just go to Dennys. I already called them so I know they're open." I call out into the smoke.
Dad steps from the smoke with ash covering him from just about head to toe.
"Yeah. I guess that's okay. I really wanted to make Christmas special for you again but looks like I failed again." He glumly agrees.
"You didn't fail anything. We are here as a family and that's all I could ever want!" I say as my eyes water, somewhat from the smoke and somewhat from the sentiment.
I pick up Charlie and we both hug dad, not caring to get dirty.
"Come on guys! Let's have a Christmas dinner at Dennys. It's an American institution!" Dad scoots is out as we put on our winter coats and scarves.
We load into the car and buckle up. Soon we are at Dennys.
"Are you with Hatsutashi?" The lady with a name tag reading (JUDY) asked us.
Dad starts to open his mouth but I cut him off.
"No actually I made a reservation earlier under Calvin." I inform her.
"Party of three," she begins pulling out the menus, " follow me" she says beckoning us to the right side of the resultant into a booth.
We sit down and dad starts to order egg nog as Charlie sits with a disgusted look on his face.
"We're out." Judy says flatly.
"I guess we will take coffee, decaf though please. And he'll take a chocolate milk please." I tell her.
"We're out."
"Plain milk's fine then!" I tell her and she walks away.
"At least we know they got hot apple pie." Dad tries to lighten the mood.
Judy shouts from somewhere behind the counter "We did".
This is just great!
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knightonhorseback · 1 year
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Scott: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me.
Charlie: we're the best thing that's happened to you?
Bernard:
Curtis:
Y/n: ... I feel sorry for you.
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sku1l-b4e · 1 month
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About Me 🤗
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Hello !! This is my intro
(I forgot to post this a while ago...)
·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·
Name : Charlotte
Age : Shh...
Gender : Female - she/her
Nationality : ½ British ½ German
Sexuality : Bisexual
·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·
Languages I speak : English, tiny tiny bit of Spanish + learning German (can't speak my own language ik😞)
Current obsession (s) : Tokio Hotel, The Santa Claus trilogy
·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·
Boundaries !!
(what I will NOT do)
·˚ ༘₊·꒰➳: ̗̀➛ m!reader - I cannot and will not do (sorry)
·˚ ༘₊·꒰➳: ̗̀➛ strip club setting - idk it js makes me uncomfy
·˚ ༘₊·꒰➳: ̗̀➛ smut about ppl under the age of their countries age of consent
·˚ ༘₊·꒰➳: ̗̀➛ child presenting characters
·˚ ༘₊·꒰➳: ̗̀➛ homophobia, racism, ECT - even if it's playful (there might be the f slur at some point but that's it)
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I'll add more as I go 🫶🏻
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charliessinferno · 5 months
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(Gif isn't mine)
Since it is now officially ✨️ christmas season ✨️ i will now be taking The Santa Clause(1,2,3+series) fanfic requests!!
It can be x reader or character x character (as long as it is legal) or no ships at all, up to you!
I'm also gonna be taking Christmas Chronicles requests maybe? I haven't ever wrote a CC fanfic but I'd like to try, so if anyone has any requests for that, lmk<3
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herbalsingularitea · 4 months
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Elves just days before Christmas
Bernard:
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the-arch-elf · 4 months
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Today’s entertainment is brought to you by watching Curtis lose his mind because he got Michael Bublé’s version of Santa Baby on the russian roulette
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curtistheelf · 4 months
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The only Christmas song I refuse to listen to is Michael Bublés version of Santa Baby. Santa is NOT your pally YOU DONT KNOW HIM.
“I'll wait up for you, dude”, KEEP WAITING.
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quintins-mittens · 4 months
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I'm starting to think about 25% of Bernard's stressors would be entirely solved if we just.... toddler leashed his second in command.
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