#UGHHHHH THEY DESERVE ALL THE HANDMADE THINGS DAMMIT!!!!!

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How do you think the circus troop would react to their s/o knitting them something?

aaaaa I'm a crocheter who's been making hats for my one coworker and her kids, my boss, and my boss' friend (coworker's had some bad luck lately so I thought I'd start making some cute stuff for her and her babies to cheer them up, my boss is going thru chemo, and her friend has hair loss from various issues so she loves wearing hats)

so I would TOTALLY make something for all these babes too <3 <3 <3

It’s… a shawl? Ah, Lord, they didn’t ‘afta do that f’r ‘er! It’s too much. Really, she can scarcely imagine the amount of work that goes into making an article of clothing. Into making anything from scratch, out of just fabric and time. She might be a little oblivious to the fact that they made it, at first; thinking perhaps that they bought it for her. Once it clicks that they made it, with their own two hands, just for her? She rarely takes the damn thing off. It makes her feel like she’s worth all the effort they put into it. Like (Name) wants to invest time into her and her happiness. She might wear it so much she wears it out, but, surely they’ll make her another after she does.

Aww, wot’s this, now… a little sheath f’r ‘is knives?! Noooo, that’s so precious! Oi, c’mere, in f’r a ‘ug, ‘e loves it. Just looking at that makes his head spin. He does a bit of woodworking with his knives, whittling and that, so he knows the amount of effort that goes along with creating something. He can’t wrap his mind around how long this took them to make, between figuring the actual pattern of it and then the actual manual work. It’s something he’s going to treasure until it wears out (and probably even after that), a material thing which makes him feel… worthy. His sweetheart made it for him. That makes it the most important thing in the world.

Eh? Somethin’ f’r them? Like a gift, ‘ey? … Wait, they made this?? (Name) is tellin’ ‘er they took some fabric, ‘n’ some needles, ‘n’ made a li’l ‘air decoration? Honestly, Freckles adores this thing. Not only does it look just perfect as to their sense of style, their S/O has somehow made it suitably unisex so that she can wear it whether she’s having a feminine or a neutral day. She thanks them about a million times, attaches it to her head immediately, and then runs around showing it off to everyone who will tolerate her. “Look at this, my love made it f’r me, ain’t that somethin’?!” She almost can’t believe someone wanted to do something like that for her. Now that they have, though, she isn’t going to let it go to waste!

Ah? Wot’s that? A gift f’r ‘im? Aww, sweet’eart, they didn’t need tae do that! … Huh, it’s a scarf, though. Because they noticed he has one he likes wearing, but it’s beginning to get a little threadbare. And of course, there’s really no spare money to replace something that isn’t necessarily essential. He laughs, as their solution was apparently to buy a cheap bit of yarn and knit him one themself! He finds that incredibly adorable, and… it’s so selfless, is the way he looks at it. Something of his needed replacing; rather than work themself ragged to raise money to buy a replacement, they simply got the materials and made one. He gives them a kiss and thanks them… before proceeding to put it on, and give them his old scarf, saying that if they think they can make something useful with the fabric, it’s theirs. He’s thoroughly grateful and in awe of their kind heart.

Hm? They actually made somethin’ f’r ‘im? ‘E would guess somethin’ smaller, since even somethin’ small f’r ‘im would be awful big. He would be expecting a small knitted piece of jewelry, like a knitted ring or something simple. The surprise when his S/O presents him with a pair of new arm warmers is visible on his face. His assumption is that they spent months making those things, which… on the one hand, he’s touched that they went to all that trouble. On the other hand, he almost feels like they wasted time. They could have been doing something else instead, right? He doesn’t say that, not outright. And he wears those things, proudly. His old ones are gone, because these ones are much more precious.

Oi, wot’d they do, then, buy ‘im a ‘at? Waste’a money, ‘e’s already got one. It might be small, sure, but it fits the costume. He’s borderline dismissive, telling them they might as well give it to someone else or try to get their money back. He doesn’t replace things till they’re falling apart, so he doesn’t need it. Then, as soon as he realizes this isn’t something they bought, it’s something they made him, out of love, he’s stunned. He doesn’t get it. Why throw away all that time and work on a gift for someone like him? Suddenly he snatches it back, snapping that he might as well wear it so they didn’t completely waste all their time making it. Although he treats it as some big favor, his S/O can just ask Wendy — he loves that ‘stupid thing’.

(… Is that an entire blanket?) It, ah. It appears to be, Keats. (Will we get to snuggle up in it?!) Well, Donne, (Name) said it was a gift, so… he supposes he can do whatever he’d like with it? Despite the fact that he appears awfully relaxed about it, on the inside he’s breaking down sobbing. No one has ever given him something like this that they bought, let alone something like this that they’ve made. It’s such a big thing, so much work for them to have made. And it’s really just because they love him and wanted to do it for him? It might sound pathetic, but he cries into the blanket later, wrapped up in it, feeling every single bit of their love for him that they poured into it. If they’d so like, he would beg them to cuddle up inside it with him. That’s why they made it so big, right? So that it could fit two? Plus some snakes??

Tch, did they really buy ‘er a silly pair’a cloth shoes? Like ballet flats? She didn’t really need a new pair, ‘er old ones only ‘ave a couple ‘oles. Peter coulda sewn ‘em up again. She realizes quickly than her brother would that her S/O made these, not bought them, and then her reaction does a complete flip. She takes the shoes in her hands carefully, looking them over as if she’s just been given some kind of precious jewels. It’s a soft question, of wondering if they actually went to all this trouble for her. Regardless of the shape her old shoes were in, even if they were perfect, she’d be grateful that (Name) wanted to make something like this for her. Even though she does keep her old ones just in case, there’s no denying that she starts to wear the ones they made her as her everyday shoes.