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CR Campaign One: Vox Machina era (RPF)

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I was rewatching some of the Critmases that I skipped when I was originally catching up with the show, and I noticed how much Taliesin loves cuddling stuffed animals (ex: episode 41 where he has one on his head and one in his arms).

Sooo maybe sometimes he likes to pretend to be little, to make up for those years of being a working child actor instead of a normal kid. And he had someone(s) safe to go to for that.

y e s

OP, are you me? That said, if you're ok with non-sexual I might actually be able to pull this off.

I'm totally fine with non-sexual play. :) Hurray!

Writer nonny here! Excellent. Any particular age range? Any squicks? My big no-no is diapers, just not at all my wheelhouse, other than that I'm open.

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(Anonymous) - 2017-01-03 21:11 (UTC) - Expand

not op or potential filler, i just want to express how absolutely delighted i am that this was prompted and possibly filled by two different people who aren't me

(where have you critrole ageplay ppl been hiding!!)

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(Anonymous) - 2017-01-08 00:17 (UTC) - Expand

Another encouraging, excited anon here. Fuuuuu I am so happy for this prompt and that I'm not alone in liking/wanting this. I need all the small!Talisen in my life. A growed up one who still likes or wants a woobie (to bring it all back). Smut, fluff, non-explicit I dont care. Shower me in it.

if the first possible-a!a doesn't end up filling this i might give it a go... do you have any particular preferences, op, because i am VERY flexible

I have no preferences! Anything you want would be delightful. :D

(i still can't believe someone who isn't me prompted my favorite thing with my favorite person. anyway, here you go- some short, sweet nonsexual ageplay)

Here's a fact everyone can agree with: being an adult is stressful.

Taliesin has spent a lot of time being an adult. No one really asked him to be a weirdly mature child at the age of seven, but it seemed like the thing to do at the time, and it worked out pretty well for him. Between that and working since before he could talk, though, he has apparently missed out on a lot; sometimes a friend will joke about some seemingly universal experience for American kids under ten, and he'll just shrug helplessly, unable to relate.

Well- he's tired of being an adult. Sure, it's not like he can just call it quits, but he's done some research, because the internet is a vast and glorious thing, and he's found that he can, in fact, take a break every now and then. Matt and Marisha, god love them, have even agreed to help.

He's terrified.

He hoists the backpack of supplies over his shoulder, takes a deep breath, and knocks. Marisha greets him with a big smile and a kiss on the cheek and ushers him inside, into the living room, where Matt joins them.

"So, uh." Taliesin places the backpack on the floor and busies himself with opening it, not looking his friends in the eye. "I have some- things I wanted to try, so if there's anything you're not comfortable with, just tell me-"

"Hey." Matt places a hand on his shoulder and smiles warmly at him. "It'll be great. Promise."

Taliesin nods, then starts to pull things out of the bag. He starts with two stuffed animals- a small plush turtle and a teddy bear with a purple bow around its neck. Marisha and Matt sit down with him and smile encouragingly, so he keeps digging.

A small pile of books comes next- he sees Matt grin at the copy of The Hobbit and feels a little better. A kigurumi, some lighter pajamas, and a small, soft blanket join the items, and Marisha lets out a soft "aw".

"Uh, here comes the more...out there stuff," he says. Marisha just nods and gives him a swift kiss on the forehead. They're both paying close attention and smiling, and it settles his nervously beating heart a little.

Without looking at his friends (because oh god he'll straight up die if any of this freaks them out), he first pulls out the pacifier, then the bottle, and finally, with his heart in his throat, the thick, plastic-backed diaper with starts printed across the front.

"Is this okay?" he asks before the silence can get too awkward. "I'm fine with cutting out anything you guys don't wanna do, I know this is really weird even by my standards-"

"Taliesin." Matt takes his hand and squeezes gently. "It's okay."

"We looked up a lot of this stuff," Marisha says. "And we decided we're cool with whatever you throw at us."

Taliesin finally feels the knot in his chest loosen. "Thank you. Really, thank you."

Matt kisses his cheek. "What do you say we get you dressed, huh?"

His face immediately goes bright red, but he nods, and Matt gathers up his things while Marisha takes his hand and leads him to the bedroom. "Lift up your arms," she instructs, and she carefully undresses him. "Okay. Lay down, baby."

Taliesin obeys, and after a moment's shyness, he brings his thumb up to his mouth. Marisha just gives him another soft smile.

It's...strange, lying here like this, carefully lifting his hips while Marisha tapes up the diaper. He still feels sort of ridiculous, despite the acceptance they've given him, but while Marisha helps him into his pajamas, then the kigurumi, Taliesin can feel his brain quieting down, like all of his worries are muffled by a thick layer of cotton.

"What a sweet baby," Marisha coos. She tickles his stomach and he can't help but giggle, ducking his head shyly. "What do you think, Daddy?"

"We have the best baby in the world," Matt says. "Here, handsome, take your thumb out of your mouth. Good boy," he says, and replaces it with the pacifier. "How about Mommy gets a drink while we start a book, okay?"

Taliesin just nods and makes a small, affirmative sound. Marisha kisses him before she heads off to the kitchen, and Matt settles into the bed with him.

"All right. 'In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit...'"

Taliesin closes his eyes, rests his head on Matt's shoulder, and smiles.

Oh. Oh this is just the sweetest thing. So soft and fuzzy and just a lil achey in the beginning. (Not op)

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH THIS WAS EXACTLY WHAT MY HEART WANTED I'M LITERALLY KICKING MY FEET WITH DELIGHT. Oh sweet Taliesin this was so wonderful and my heart feels all squishy THANK YOU.

AHHH THIS IS PRECIOUS

loved this SFM <3 <3 <3

Ashe: If I write a couple of chapters of this Tal/Matt/Marisha would anyone be intrested? Id probably post a link to it uploaded else where

yes. whatever it is, yes

So many yes \o/

I would be very interested.

Ashe: Ive got a couple chapter typed up. What would be the best posting format? Ao3? WattPad? Tumblr? I could do any. Thanks.

Re: Taliesin/Anyone, Ageplay

(Anonymous) - 2017-02-03 02:36 (UTC) - Expand

(ahaha...i wrote "hush" but this isn't a continuation of that bc i had some other things i wanted to write about. i swear eventually i'll actually write a scene between these three.)

"So how little would you want to be, ideally?"

Taliesin looks at Marisha, coffee mug halfway to his mouth. "Uh-"

"Matt and I have been reading more," she continues. "And we were talking about how people seem to play at different ages, and how old you are when we're playing. And I'd say you're maybe around four?"

Taliesin feels his ears go red, but he nods. "Probably, that sounds right."

"Well..." Marisha clicks her nails against the tabletop, looking thoughtful. "We were just wondering- you get so nervous talking about this stuff, it took you years to even ask for it at all. So Matt and I were wondering if you've wanted to play younger."

Shit. Taliesin has been dreading broaching this subject. He'd hoped they'd have a while longer of figuring out this whole- thing- before he tentatively brought up some of the other things he's wanted to try.

The good news is that if Matt and Marisha have been reading up even more, that means they're more okay with the situation than Taliesin had hoped. He takes a deep breath.

"Yeah," he says. "I've definitely wanted some, uh, other things."

Marisha gives him such a sweet, tender look that he can feel that little headspace waking up. "You could've told us."

"I was going to. Promise," he says at Marisha's doubtful frown. "I just thought we might need more time, but- if you guys are willing to jump right in then I guess I am too."

"So what have you wanted to try?"

Taliesin stares at the table. Marisha squeezes his hand, but doesn't make him look up. "I've wanted to be really little," he admits. "Like...maybe a year old little. If that, sometimes."

He doesn't expect the warm "awww" Marisha makes, so he looks up at her. She gives him a gentle smile and rubs her thumb in circles across the back of his hand.

"We could totally do that," she says. "So when you say 'stuff', do you mean bottles, pacifiers-?"

His face is definitely on fire now. He just nods weakly.

Marisha leans across the table and kisses his forehead. "I'm cool with that. Matt and I were actually talking about it, wondering if there were things you hadn't brought up."

"Yeah?"

"Mmhm. He was saying he thought you'd be really cute with a binky."

Taliesin lets out a relieved, slightly breathless laugh.

---

They don't have the time to really get into it for another couple weeks, but eventually they're able to block off a weekend. Taliesin arrives Friday evening; they've started to keep most of his things at Matt and Marisha's, but he does ferry a couple things back and forth, pajamas, a few books.

Matt and Marisha greet him with quick kisses, then usher him into the spare bedroom that's been staked out as his. Sitting on his bed next to his stuffed animals is a gift bag, and he grins.

"We ordered some things," Matt says. "Go on, baby, open up."

Taliesin takes a seat on the bed, pulling a stuffed penguin into his lap as he slowly settles into his headspace, and peeks into the bag. First he pulls out, to his shy delight, a pacifier, his exact favorite shade of purple.

"We already cleaned it," Marisha says. "Here, open wide."

Taliesin only hesitates briefly, then parts his lips so Marisha can guide the pacifier into his mouth. It's an unfamiliar sensation, but comforting. He can feel himself sliding further down, and it feels so good.

Two sippy cups and a bottle come next, and Marisha scurries off to the kitchen to fill the latter with warm milk. There's new footie pajamas and a very soft blanket at the bottom of the bag, and Taliesin wraps his arms around Matt's middle in a loving hug.

Matt chuckles and musses his hair. "We got you one more thing," he says. "We...weren't totally sure if you wanted this, so if you don't like it, it's out, no problem. Okay?"

Taliesin nods, eyes wide and curious. Matt pulls something out from under the bed and holds it out so Taliesin can get a good look.

It's a plastic package of diapers. Taliesin stares, uncertain that this, in fact, happening.

"Is this okay?" Matt asks. He sounds hesitant. "If you don't like it we can forget all about it, baby."

"'S okay," Taliesin says around the pacifier still in his mouth.

Matt gives him a small smile. "Yeah?"

Taliesin's not sure he's ever been this embarrassed in his life- not that he gets embarrassed easily -but he still nods and slowly returns Matt's smile.

"All right, baby. Let me help you get your jammies on."

Taliesin lets Matt undress him and lays back on the bed as directed. He freezes up when Matt pulls out a diaper, but- he loves and trusts both Matt and Marisha so much. He still blushes, but he just hides his face with his plush penguin, which makes Matt laugh softly and gently pat his thigh.

Marisha comes back into the room while Matt is taping up the diaper. "Look at my sweet baby," she says. "Isn't he the cutest? Here, baby, I got you a bottle."

Marisha sits down on the bed, placing Taliesin's head in her lap and softly tugging the pacifier out of his mouth, replacing it with the rubber nipple of the bottle. She strokes Taliesin's hair while she feeds him, and he feels so...safe. A little ridiculous still, but good, comfortable.

They both help him into the new pajamas, dark blue with little dinosaurs patterned across it. Matt and Marisha stand back and admire their handiwork. The genuine looks of adoration on their faces is soothing, though he still ducks his head down shyly, still a little overwhelmed.

"What a cute baby," Matt says. "Are you nice and cozy?"

Taliesin nods. He does, actually- it feels strange, the thick diaper wrapped around him, the bottle of milk in his mouth -but he's warm and soft and loved.

Marisha takes his hand. "Let's watch a movie before bedtime," she says. "Mama and Daddy are gonna give their baby a great weekend."

Good job as always friend :3 I adore your work, it really inspires me.

OP here - I love everything about this, thank you so so much for writing this!!!! Taliesin's apprehension, Marisha and Matt just knowing what he needs... yaaaaas! <3

whoops okay i don't feel comfortable posting this anywhere else so i will just put it here- it's still Matt/Marisha/Taliesin ageplay so it's relevant, it's just more hurt/comfort than anything else

(big thanks to ashetay for letting me ramble at them!!)

They’re supposed to be having a nice dinner out, but Taliesin feels awful.

He’s felt pretty terrible all day, to be honest. It’s a combination of physical and mental problems- he can feel a head cold coming on, starting with a low pulse of pain in his skull, and his brain hasn’t been great either, feeling apathetic at best since he got up in the morning. He very badly wants to be in bed, but he and Matt and Marisha have been arranging to have a real date night for a while now, and god, he doesn’t want to fuck it up.

Language aside, there’s another issue- he’s feeling little, especially after a long day of work. But he can’t, not here, not now; they’re out having a normal date, or as normal as they get, having dinner and laughing over wine, and Taliesin has a twinge of guilt because he wishes he was home in his dinosaur jammies, watching cartoons with a bottle of chocolate milk.

It’s not fair to Matt and Marisha. They take such good care of him when he’s little, and he doesn’t have anything to give in return. There’s sex and romance he can provide when he’s big and normal, but it can’t compare to them holding him, singing to him, letting him be a ridiculous child.

“Taliesin?” Marisha says. “You okay?”

Taliesin pulls himself out of his thoughts and nods. “Yeah, yeah.” He gives Matt and Marisha a crooked grin that he hopes doesn’t look too forced. “I’m all right. Just kinda tired. But I’m here, I’m listening.”

Matt gives him a tiny concerned frown and says, “You can always tell us if something’s up.”

“I’m fine, d- Matt.” He chuckles, trying to cover up where he stammered over Matt’s name, nearly calling him daddy. “Promise.”

They still look unconvinced, but then the waiter comes by with their meals, interrupting that line of questioning. Taliesin smiles politely and thanks the server even though he’s completely uninterested in eating this perfectly good stir fry.

He only pokes at his dinner but he does his best to participate in the conversation. Matt and Marisha chat about work, games, movies, and even when he doesn’t have anything to add, he tries to laugh or make agreeing sounds in the right places.

It’s so stupid. He should’ve told them to have a nice night on their own, that he was sick and that they should have fun without him dragging them down. He’s such a nightmare to deal with, worse than a real child because he’s supposed to be a normal adult.

He feels Marisha’s hand on his arm and he realizes his vision is blurry with unshed tears.

“Taliesin,” Marisha says, her voice serious and concerned. “What’s wrong?”

“Sorry, I’m sorry.” He tries to wipe his eyes without drawing attention to the fact that he’s on the verge of crying. “I- I should’ve told you I’m not feeling well, I should’ve stayed home, I don’t want to ruin your night-”

“Our night,” Marisha says firmly. “Taliesin…”

“I’m fine,” he repeats, but his voice cracks, and the jig is up.

Matt nods towards the front of the restaurant. “I’ll get the bill,” he says. “You two sit in the car and I’ll be right out.”

Taliesin starts to argue, but Marisha ushers him outside like a woman on a mission. She opens the back of the car and sits down next to him. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on?”

Taliesin sniffles and stares at the car floor. “I really am just feeling sort of sick. And…my brain isn’t great today. I didn’t want to say anything because I wanted you two to have a nice night.”

“Tal, it’s not just for me and Matt, it’s supposed to be a good night for all of us.” She holds Taliesin’s hands in her own for a minute. “Ah- I know. I have just the thing.”

Taliesin glances up as she digs through her purse and pulls out a little plastic case, the size of one of those travel first aid kits, except it’s decorated with stickers. She pops it open and holds out two things- a tiny Beanie Baby turtle and a blue pacifier.

He bursts into tears, unable to hold it back any longer, feeling so guilty and selfish. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I didn’t want- I didn’t want this to happen tonight, I just wanted us to be semi-normal. I wanted you to not worry about me being a mess, or- or have to think about taking care of me- I’m sorry.”

Marisha pulls him into a tight hug, hushing him and kissing his cheeks. “Oh, baby, it’s okay. Please don’t worry about that. We love you so much.”

Taliesin didn’t notice Matt’s arrival, but feels his hand gently patting his leg from the front seat. “We love taking care of you,” he says. “You know that, right?”

“I just- you put so much energy into it, and you don’t get anything back-”

“We do, though,” Matt says. “Do you know how happy it makes us that we make you feel safe and loved?”

“We love playing mommy and daddy for you,” Marisha adds. “You can be small and vulnerable with us because you trust us. That makes us feel so good, baby.”

Taliesin stares at them with wide, wet eyes. They smile warmly, Marisha leaning in to kiss his forehead, Matt reaching back to stroke his cheek. “Can we go home?” he asks softly.

“Of course,” Matt says. “Buckle up, baby. We’ll be there soon.”

Marisha slides the pacifier into his mouth and hands him the little stuffed turtle while she clicks his seatbelt closed. She stays in the back with him, lightly scratching his scalp while he sucks on the pacifier and makes the plush turtle dance in his hands.

When they get home, Matt and Marisha guide him inside. “Daddy’s gonna get you changed while I get us all cozy,” Marisha says. “Do you want some cocoa?”

“Bottle,” Taliesin says quietly. Marisha smiles and gives him a quick kiss before Matt leads him into the bedroom.

“Okay,” Matt says, digging through Taliesin’s drawer. “How old are you feeling, buddy?”

Taliesin hesitates, then shyly holds up one finger. Matt gives him a soft, warm look and nods.

Matt gets him out of his clothes and gently dresses him again, replacing his shirt and dark jeans with a pull-up and his softest pajamas, the Superman ones. They pick out a couple more stuffed animals- a well-loved, scruffy cat, a soft dog, and a handsomely-dressed Build-a-Bear. Matt gives him another soft kiss and walks him back out to the living room, holding his hand.

Marisha is waiting on the couch with a bottle of warm milk. “Come here, my sweet baby,” she coos, pulling Taliesin into a hug. “We’re gonna watch Robin Hood. Maybe we’ll do a whole Disney night, yeah?”

Taliesin smiles and nods. He curls up in between Matt and Marisha and sighs, content.

I want to say I allways love rambling with you about Little Tally. AND I LOVE THIS. This just gave me all kinds of warm feelings. Great job!

It’s too cute

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