I have a new drawing based on a request I got!!!! This was requested by the user @https-little-star
They requested me to draw Caine and Kinger on a solo adventure just so that Caine can hang out with his papa, and I really had fun drawing it!
As you can see, this time I decided to draw it digitally! 😊 And it turned out very cute!!! :3 I did some cool angle and painted it with the airbrush!
Also they also requested headcanons:
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I agree with you on the first headcanon, I’m sure he would do that to have more time with Kinger. Like the drawing, Caine would take him to adventures that are more calm to see him relaxed. But maybe he’ll have other adventures that involves Caine having a nice time when he’s regressed.
And I also agree with your other headcanon, I’m sure he would know when he’s regressing (and mostly smaller like you said). For me, I headcanon Caine to regress more to a younger age, but I can see him in a more older age as well (like the ages you mentioned).
Let me know if you like my answers and the drawing! 😊💖
Headcanon (actually it’s fact tho) for little Ragatha her favorite toy when in babyspace (aside from her horsie of course) is the little farm animal sound thingy.
This thingy!! She loves it so much and is near constantly pulling the string. So much so other littles like Jax might try to hide it when they get sick of the noise.
Though I think if Ragatha is in babyspace she would mostly be alone with Kinger, since she rarely regresses so tiny and she needs a lot of attention and care. Older littles running around or playing loudly tend to frighten her as well, so it’s best she just stays somewhere comfy and quiet with Papa. And if he ever gets tired of hearing “The cow goes moo!” Ragatha’s happy giggles are more than worth it.
Notes: I haven't written a full story in a long time x.x please bear with me.. I was eager to post this
"And if you weren't such an ungrateful, selfish little brat that only thinks about herself-"
Ragatha was back in her farmhouse kitchen, with her back against the display cabinet that held the fine china. She could feel herself sulking further onto the checkered floor tiles. She has no other escape.
A tall redheaded woman looms over her, holding what appears to be an ice pick. She suddenly lunges for Ragatha, who screams in terror.
"MOM, NO...PLEASE!"
Ragatha wakes up with a yelp, holding her button eye with both hands as a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding. She looks down. There isn't any blood, only tears that are quickly absorbed into her cotton skin. She looks around her dimly lit room. Everything seems blurry and far away. And she just can't stop crying.
She sits up in bed, curling into a ball and holds herself tightly. The events of the nightmare swirl around in her head. No- it wasn't just a nightmare, it was a real memory, maybe even.. a punishment. Ragatha sniffles and cries harder, reaching towards the foot of her bed. She gathers her stuffed horse, Buttercup, into her arms. It's soft white mane and caramel coat soothes her just enough for her to get out of bed.
There must be somewhere safer than this.
Clutching Buttercup in one arm, she makes her way into the hall. The circus is lit up brightly, even at this hour. Ragatha eventually finds her way to the main room. Kinger's pillow fort waits patiently for her a few feet away. She lets out a sigh of relief.
"Uh .. k-kinger?.."
A pillow slides back to make a small window. Kinger's googly eyes meet hers.
"Oh! Hello Ragatha, what brings you here?!"
Ragatha looks down at her feet with a small frown. A few minutes pass until Kinger speaks again.
"Oh! Ragatha! How long have you been standing there..."
He pauses, a dazed look on his face.
"Hm.. did I invite you in?"
He moves a few pillows, allowing a small entrance for Ragatha to crawl through. She takes the invitation and follows him into the fort. She sits, hugging Buttercup and rubbing her fur back and forth. The darkness lets Kinger collect his thoughts.
"Is there something you came here for, my darling? You seem upset.."
Her frown deepens. She holds herself tighter, sniffling.
"...M-mommy hurt m' eye.."
Kinger nods slowly. His eyebrows furrow with concern. He tries his best to get a clear understanding of the situation - without being too confrontational.
"I see.. And how old were you when this happened, sweetheart?"
She holds up what would've been 4 fingers, if it weren't for her doll hands.
"This many.."
He hums in acknowledgement.
"You didn't deserve that, my dear.. You must feel very scared right now."
She nods a little and inches close enough to curl up against his purple robe. Kinger stays still, aside from placing a gentle hand on her head. Ragatha takes a deep breath. She's soothed by his grounding presence.
"Mm.. papa.."
"I'm here, honeybee. Papa's here. And nothing can hurt you in here. Not even Mommy.. I won't let her. Not now, not ever.."
Ragatha looks away clearly feeling uncertain.
"I promise you. I'll bet on.. my sanity, or, what's left of it at least.."
She giggles softly at that statement. He smiles back at her with his eyes.
"Oh! Is that funny, hmm? I'm glad I can make you laugh. It makes me feel, something familiar-" He spaces out for a second. "-ah, ragatha, who's this pal of yours?" He motions to Buttercup.
She crawls into his lap to give him a closer look.
"Buttercup! Pony fren.." She smiles proudly and holds the stuffie up for him to see.
"Hello, Buttercup! So nice of you to join us today!"
Ragatha yawns, curling up closer into her Papa's chest. A wave of exhaustion washes over her. Her eyes feel so heavy. Kinger remembers how late it is.
"You're probably so tired, little one.. It's been a long night for the both of us. I think it's best if you got some sleep. How about a little nap? You have your pony here to keep you company... Oh, and, you have Papa of course."
"Mm.. m' papa.."
Kinger watches as she slowly falls asleep in his arms. He hopes that he gives her some kind of comfort knowing he's here for her.
