#ask villegas sides

[ask-villegas-sides]

How's laddie?

Hey, sorry we haven’t been around! We’re scrambling to get all the information we can for Riley’s trip to Louisiana. Flint is short-circuiting it seems like. - Beckett

[Flint paces back and forth, muttering under his breath.]

Flight schedule, packing list, phone calls, health insurance. We have the needed flight information, so that’s taken care of, as well as Laddie’s being able to fly…. Riley really must begin packing, although getting him to do anything of the sort just makes him refuse and put it off. We made the call to the center to get the news that everything we need for EBT and insurance will have to be taken care of after we move, so no use worrying now…. But we do need to worry because what if we FORGET something? - Flint

Yeah, he’s a goner. - Beckett

Oh, he’s just- enthusiastic. - Lev

Enthusiastically wearing a hole in my patience with all the pacing. - Reese

Well, let’s just answer the question. Laddie is doing much better thanks to the medication, and he’s back to his usual self. - Lev

[virgeandhis-pocket-protector]

Would you be willing to do a fic about my OCs mayhaps, if I could message you info?

Yeah sure, depending on the length! DM me and let me know what you’re thinkin

[nerdy-as-heck]

Hey Levi psst! It’s me Riley! I revived my Sides ask blog and would love to chat and reconnect, buddy! I’ve missed you so much. I used to be @eat-moar-veggis

Hey! Idk if this was maybe sent to the wrong person (idk a Levi, I just go by Nerdy nowadays) but I remember you !! Its been forever, its good to see you around again

[belladonnadawn]

All For You

Isaac is willing to do anything and everything just to keep you by his side. Yandere!Isaac x Reader Content Warning: Mentions of violence, obsessive behavior, and yandere tendencies. Please, if you're not comfortable with the theme, dni.

“I'm sorry for your loss, Isaac–”

“I don't know him,” He interjected.

You don't know if it's his fear of being vulnerable towards you or if he truly has no connections towards the man who just met his demise in a brutal manner; and you don't want to ask.

“The only reason why I'm bothered is because of the reason why he was killed. He knew something that he shouldn't and that's enough for them to end his life.”

It was a reminder that he never fails to put in your mind. You nod, understanding where he's coming from and his warnings. After all, he has been in this line of work for years now and in his eyes, you're still a student, new to this world.

Contemplative silence filled the room as if both of you were waiting for one of you to speak. Isaac straightens his posture, looking at you he breaks the silence, “That's why I decided to remove you from the Villega case.”

You felt as if the air in your lungs got knocked out. Shock filled your body at the sudden revelation. It was the first time that Isaac removed you from a case– most importantly, to a case that you're close to ending.

“What? Isaac, I know that you care, but I don't think that this is the right course of action.”

“This is for you, (Y/N). All I want is to keep you safe from harm.”

An unamused laugh escaped your lips, “Isaac, it was just about a daughter trying to expose his father's affair for her inheritance.”

There's a calculated look in his eyes that you witness every time he handles cases. It was cold, sharp, and precise. And for you to witness it felt as if the ground was swallowing you whole.

“If the daughter can go through such lengths to expose his father, imagine the lengths that her father would go through just to keep his secret. Take this opportunity to take a break and study. I'll inform you once I find a case that is fitting for you,” His voice unwavering as he talked to you. At that point you knew that you can't persuade him anymore.

Defeated, you sighed and left his study.

INVALID PASSWORD

The bold letters flashed along with a loud beep that echoed in the room. Your eyebrows furrowed, trying to rethink the code again, doing it slowly and surely– but you were still met with the same words and the same sound. With determination, you tried to do it again, and again, and aga–

“What are you doing?” A loud authoritative voice filled the room.

Startled, you turned to him, a small sigh escaped your lips as you faced Isaac. “You scared me. You shouldn't jump out of nowhere, you know?” You let out an awkward chuckle in an attempt to lighten the mood, but he only stared at you.

“You didn't answer my question,” Isaac walked towards you with furrowed brows.

“I just want to take a little stroll outside. Get some fresh air.”

Isaac doesn't seem to be pleased with that answer. He walked towards you with such demeanor, “If there's nothing important to do out there, then don't go. Whatever you want or need, I can ask someone to fetch it,” He closed the gap between you two, his cold hand caressing your cheek.

“Don't waste your time on nonsense. Just stay,” His voice gentle as he looked at you, his eyes determined as he pulled you closer; not wanting to let go.

“But I thought we agreed that I can go outside…”

He sighed, holding your hand. “Can I confess something?” His eyes filled with vulnerability, a sight reserved for you. “I am scared after seeing that man's mutilated body. Every night, I am haunted by those images thinking ‘what if it's you instead?’”

Isaac's grip tightened, “I only have you and I don't know what I would do if I lost you. So stay, please?”

You wanted to protest, make an excuse just to see the world yourself. But how can you reject a man who only wanted your safety and your company? Especially when he saved you from the life that put you on the brink of death.

With a soft reassuring smile, you nodded. “I understand, I'm sorry, Isaac. I didn't mean to worry you.”

Intertwining your hands with his, he gently kissed your knuckles, “All I want is for you to be here with me. And I'll do anything for us to stay that way.”

You're familiar with the manor's nook and cranny. After Isaac stopped giving you assignments, you felt like you're back to square one, but this time as his lover.

Nothing changed, everything was painfully mundane. You spent hours reading and rereading books. Sometimes, you let yourself zone out and watch the red dot flicker on the corner of the room. Sometimes it flickers, sometimes it doesn't. It may be strange, but those became part of your entertainment in his house.

One evening, as you were exploring, you stumbled upon Isaac pressing the codes to the door. You intently watched him, memorizing the code as much as you can. Once you engraved it in your mind, you gently slipped away. Maybe this time, you can finally feel the fresh air, soft winds, and vibrant grass once again.

The escape was quick as Isaac was too busy meeting up with another client. You snuck out leaving no evidence behind, with a promise that you'll return home before he does.

A wide smile broke out your lips as you felt the sun against your skin, the cold breeze in your hair, and the grass beneath your feet. Everything felt vibrant and new. Something that you yearned for– something that you needed.

Taking a small break, you decided to buy yourself an ice cream. A small reward after enduring those days in the manor. You hummed as you continued to walk around town, making sure to track the time.

As you passed an alleyway, a large hand grabbed you by your hair, covering your mouth. Before you could speak, you felt a punch hitting your jaw, causing you to fall. The other man immediately punched your stomach, knocking the air out of your body.

He was relentless– they were relentless, the attacks weren't that brutal but it felt unending. It was suffocating. All you could do is to curl up in a ball, trying to protect your body from their attacks. It went on for about a minute, then it stopped. Their voices muffled as you hear them scurrying away.

Your body shook with sobs as you felt everything: the cuts against your skin, the blood in your hair, and the dirt beneath your feet. Before you know it, you're back again in the alleyway– unconscious.

You woke up feeling beaten down. Everything came rushing back to you, this time the pain was beyond physical.

The memories of you on the cold concrete, shielding your body, and feeling their relentless assault rushed in your mind. Everything felt like a nightmare came to life. As if the life that you turned away from came back to get you once more.

Summoning all the strength you had, you looked around your surroundings. Brows furrowing as you found yourself back in Isaac's manor. Your eyes landed on him, talking to someone on the phone. A groan escaped your lips as you tried to sit up.

The noise alerted Isaac as he immediately ended the call to rush to your side. “Careful now, you're still recovering,” He spoke gently as he assisted you.

“I-I'm here…” You managed to croak out.

“Yes, safe and sound. Questions are for later, just rest for now.” Isaac sat beside you, holding your hand. There's an unreadable look on his face, but you're sure that he's disappointed in how things ended up.

You mentally berated yourself. All you had to do is stay with him and not leave the house, but you put your desires first rather than what's right. There's a sense of humiliation after you put yourself and Isaac in this situation. For someone as disastrous as you, he has the patience of a saint.

Before you know it, tears fell down your face. You broke down right in front of him once again, “I-I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I should've listened, but I didn't. I'm sorry, Isaac. I swear I'll listen to you, I won't sneak out again!”

Isaac smiled, that's all he wanted to hear.

“It's alright, the important thing here is you're here now. Safe and sound,” He wrapped his arms around you, kissing your temple as you cried on his chest. Isaac continued to hold you, whispering sweet nothings as you slowly calmed down.

As he saw your peaceful state, he gently tucked you in. His hand caressed your cheek, soft smile on his face. Isaac hoped that this time you'll truly understand that all he does is for you, because of his overwhelming love towards you.

Finding you in his bed once more, your words continued to repeat in his mind. Maybe this time you'll stay with him once and for all. Maybe this will help you come around and see how dangerous the world is. And maybe hiring those men wasn't a bad idea after all.

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[ask-villegas-sides]

I love the Halloweason!

Don’t you mean Halloween?

It’s my word, Flint. And it’s perfect.

🎃🍂🎃🍂🎃🍂🎃🍂🎃🍂🎃🍂🎃🍂

babe wake up october 2024 just dropped

🎃🍂🎃🍂🎃🍂🎃🍂🎃🍂🎃🍂🎃🍂

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

Inspired by @ask-villegas-sides

I'd probably use it s a place to both answer asks and also to share information and art in an easy spot to find it all :3

Also if anyone sees this and wants to be tagged if/when I made the blog just lmk!!!

[ask-villegas-sides]

"Operation 'Get Riley to Sleep' = Complete Failure 😤"

Beckett: Okay, seriously, we’ve tried EVERYTHING. Gentle reminders, bedtime routines, relaxation exercises... nothing works! Riley just won’t go to sleep on time, and I am spiraling over this.

Lev: Honestly, we’re all worried. Sleep is super important, and you deserve rest, Riley! But somehow every night turns into, “Just one more episode” or “Let me finish this level.” 😩

Flint: This level of sleep deprivation is not sustainable. Sleep hygiene is essential, yet here we are—past midnight AGAIN, with you scrolling on your phone. We’ve discussed strategies. We’ve created schedules. None of it sticks.

Reese: And like, I totally get it—who wants to sleep when there are stories to write, shows to watch, and random ideas popping up at 2 AM? But still... even I think we need to chill at some point, dude. Your brain can’t art if it’s sleep-deprived.

Beckett: Exactly! And I mean—what if something bad happens because we’re too exhausted to deal with it? Like, what if we miss an appointment or forget something important? Like today, when Riley forgot to take Laddie out this morning to relieve himself and the dog sprinted to the door so fast he almost crashed? Yeah- not good.

Pride: Pfft. Honestly? At this point, it feels like Riley is deliberately testing how long they can function without proper rest. “Will it be catastrophic today? Let’s find out.” 🙄 We can’t function at our best if you keep burning out like this, Riley. You’ve got things to achieve, goals to crush, dreams to chase. But that all requires energy—and that means SLEEP. Rest isn’t weakness. It’s strategy.

Beckett: Exactly! I mean, what’s the point of trying to stay ahead of every possible danger if we’re all exhausted while doing it? 😵

Lev: We care about you, Riley. We want you to feel good, and that starts with rest. So PLEASE—tonight, let’s try getting to bed on time? For us? For Laddie? 🥺

Reese: Ooh, I’ve got it! If you go to bed by 11, I’ll draw you a custom doodle of whatever dream you have. Deal? Deal.

Flint: We’ve optimized every other part of the schedule. This is the last hurdle. Please cooperate.

Pride: Or not. At this point, what’s one more late night in the grand scheme of bad decisions?

Beckett: Why not send us some asks to keep us busy? We’ll still be here at 3 AM... if that’s how this goes. Just saying. …OH MY GOD, PLEASE JUST GO TO SLEEP!

[meyjiji]

MAXIMUS SCOTT VILLEGAS — CAELUM (01)

"Don't bury thoughts that you really want"

Maximus Scott Villegas stood by his glass office window, eyes tracing the skyline of the city as if searching for something answers, maybe, or the right words to say. The silence was deafening, but it was nothing compared to the tension between you two.

You had always been by his side through everything. From childhood friends to a partnership he never thought would turn into this. But now, you were his secretary. His employee. And that shift? It cut deeper than he ever imagined.

“(Y/N), come in,” Max called out, his voice firm but with a hint of weariness. He'd been avoiding this conversation all week, but now, he couldn't pretend any longer. You paused for a moment at the door, trying to keep your composure. He wasn’t just Max anymore. He was the CEO. The man who made decisions that affected an entire company. And now, he was your boss. Your superior.

You stepped into the office, your heels clicking on the polished floor, your posture stiff, more professional than you had ever been around him. “You called for me, sir?” you said, your voice polite, controlled. The formality of it felt strange, almost suffocating, but you didn’t know how else to act anymore. Max’s eyes flickered up from the papers on his desk, and he frowned when he saw the distance between you. He wasn’t used to this. The way you were suddenly treating him like a stranger, a boss. He hated it.

“Don’t call me sir, (Y/N),” he said, his tone shifting, softer now. “You’ve known me long enough for that to feel... wrong.”

You bit your lip, struggling to push the words out. “Ginagawa ko lang po yung trabaho ko, Max,” you said, your voice almost cold. “Ikaw po ang nag-appoint sa’kin bilang secretary mo, so I’m just doing what you asked.”

He couldn’t ignore the bite in your tone. The walls you had built around yourself in the past few months ever since he promoted you had been slowly chipping away at him. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. You were supposed to be his closest ally, his confidante, not just another employee.

“(Y/N), I know you’re doing your job,” Max said, leaning forward, his frustration clear now. “But that’s not what I’m talking about. It’s this distance- this... this coldness. It’s like you don’t even see me anymore. Like I’m just some CEO to you.”

You couldn’t look at him. If you did, you might crumble. “Max, ikaw na rin ang nagbago,” you whispered, your voice quiet. “Parang hindi na kita kilala. Hindi ko na alam kung paano tayo napunta sa ganitong sitwasyon. Alam ko naman na ito na yung trabaho ko, pero... nasaan na yung Max na kasama ko nung bata pa ako?”

Max’s face softened slightly at the mention of your shared past, but his confusion remained. He stood up, moving closer to you, and you could feel the air thickening between you both. His presence was overwhelming.

“(Y/N), I never wanted this. I never wanted to change things between us,” he said, his voice softer now, as if trying to reach you. “But... it’s hard. Seeing you like this, treating me like... like a stranger. I need you, not just as my secretary, but as my friend... as the person I’ve always counted on.”

Your heart raced, but you took a deep breath, trying to stand firm despite the storm of emotions swirling inside you. “Max,” you whispered, your voice wavering slightly, “kasi ikaw na rin ang may kasalanan kung bakit nangyari ito. Hindi ko na kaya magpanggap na okay lang ang lahat. Hindi ko na kaya magpatuloy na ganito.”

Max reached for your hand, but you pulled away, stepping back. “We can’t go back to how we were. Hindi ko na kayang maging katulad ng dati.” His eyes darkened with a mixture of frustration and something deeper something he had been trying to suppress.

“I never wanted to lose you, (Y/N),” he said quietly. “But I can’t just pretend everything’s fine when it’s not. I want you by my side, like before. Not just in this office, but... us.”

You felt the weight of his words, but your chest tightened. “I don’t know how, Max,” you whispered, barely holding it together. “I don’t know how we’re supposed to go back after everything.”

Max let out a long breath, stepping back, but there was a sadness in his eyes that you couldn’t ignore. “I never meant to make things this hard,” he muttered. “I just want you, (Y/N). I want the person I’ve known my whole life, not just the secretary sitting in front of me.”

The tension between you both hung heavy in the air. You weren’t sure where to go from here, but one thing was clear: this wasn’t just about work anymore. There was so much more at stake.

As you turned to leave the office, the tension between you had shifted. The air still hung heavy with uncertainty, but there was something more now hope. And for the first time in a while, it felt like

maybe, just maybe, things could be fixed.

— TBC

[ask-villegas-sides]

These could be interesting… 🐼

GET TO KNOW THE OC ASKS

1. What kind of person is your OC in a crisis? Are they calm and collected? Do they panic? Or are they chronically the cause?

2. Is your OC a loner or a social butterfly? Are they satisfied with how they come across to other people?

3. What is your OC's financial status? Are they just scraping by, making enough to live comfortably, or wealthy? Has there ever been a drastic change in their status? If so, what happened?

4. Does your OC have a failed friendship or relationship they still think about? What happened? Is it an unresolved regret or is there a chance for reconciliation?

5. Does your OC have a signature weapon and/or attack? How long did they train to master it?

6. Does your OC know magic? Were they born with magical ability or did they train to acquire it? What is their favorite type of magic? Least favorite?

7. Does your OC like their natural hair color or do they dye it? What styles do they prefer?

8. What was your OC's most embarrassing moment? Does it still bother them or are they able to shrug it off?

9. Is your OC laid back or do they thrive on drama? What role do they play in their group of friends/associates?

10. Is your OC sentimental or pragmatic? Do they keep mementos or only what they need to survive? Have they always been this way or did something happen to make them change?

11. What does your OC believe in? God(s)? Monsters? Love? The power of unbreakable bonds of friendship to overcome any obstacle? The ability of money to open any door? Or are they indifferent?

12. Is your OC cynical or optimistic? Who or what shaped their outlook on life?

13. How important are romantic relationships to your OC? Do they prefer casual sex, short flings, or long term relationships? Do they want to get married or are they content with what they have? Or do they have no interest in romance whatsoever?

14. How important is friendship to your OC? Do they prefer to have one or two close friends or a large group of casual friends? Or do they prefer their own company over that of others?

15. What places hold significant meaning or memories for your OC? Do they have a positive or negative association with those places?

16. How does your OC make money? Do they have a respectible profession or work a series of odd jobs? Are they a criminal? Or do they get creative in the pursuit of coin?

17. Does your OC have an enemy? What happened between them? Is it mutual or one-sided? Is it petty or serious? Is one party seeking revenge? Does one person want the other dead or are they content to hate them from afar? 

18. Has your OC ever had a prophecy made about them? Was it a big deal or did they ignore it? Was it straightforward or cryptic? Did it ever come to pass or did they circumvent it?

19. Has your OC ever had an experience with the paranormal or the divine? What happened? Was it a one time encounter or is it a normal part of their life? Did they find it terrifying or thrilling?

20. Has your OC ever done something terrible and lied about it? Did they run away or blame someone else for it? How long did they maintain the lie and did the truth ever come out?

[constellama]

Thank you to @ask-villegas-sides for requesting that I doodle their sanders sides ocs! Go check out their blog for these silly guys <3

[ivycryptid]

I've been seeing a few fanmade side themed askblogs popping up (like the interest check by @prince-rowan-of-the-forest, and the @ask-villegas-sides blogs, which this is definitely inspired by) and i, as one does, got hit with a truckload of motivation to fix up my side ocs and their plots. so.

[ask-patton]

Hey Patton, this is a new Sabders Sides OC ask blog- technically old but I revived it, if you or your followers want to hop by and send some asks and check out the shenanigans!

Alright, everyone!

Let's welcome back @ask-villegas-sides!! 😁

[ask-villegas-sides]

Don’t mind the reblogs that’ll be happening- we’re just giving ask ideas if anyone wants to get to know us more! 💚

Questions about two of your original characters about their relationship. Should work for friends/lovers/coworkers/enemies/etc, maybe not so much for family, but you're welcome to try!

How did they meet?

How long have these two characters known each other?

What were their first impressions of each other? How does that compare to their impressions of each other now?

How would they describe each other if asked? Physically? In personality?

Do they get along? Why or why not?

Do they have any shared interests/hobbies? Do they ever do these hobbies together?

How often do they see each other? Where do they usually meet?

How do they communicate with each other? Are there any recurring phrases or gestures unique to their relationship?

What is one quality they have in common?

What is one major difference between them?

Does one act as a narrative foil to the other? How so?

Do they have any affection for each other? How do they show it?

Do they have any disdain/contempt for each other? How do they show it?

Do they share the same goals in life?

Do they trust each other? Why or why not?

Is one of them keeping secrets from the other? Why? How would they react if the secret was revealed?

Are they keeping a secret together? How do they feel about that?

Do they view their relationship as temporary or permanent?

Are they satisfied with their relationship? Do they wish they were closer/more distant?

What is their best memory together?

What is their worst memory together?

When were they the most vulnerable with each other?

Do they have any mutual friends? Mutual enemies?

How do these two interact with each other in public versus in private?

If a stranger saw them together, how would they describe their relationship?

How would these characters react to being stuck in a small room with each other?

How far would they go for each other? Would they risk their own lives for each other?

[majoringinclownery]

A little gift for @eat-moar-veggis since he made a writing request for his blog @ask-villegas-sides back in November 2018 and I didn’t finish it until now! Sorry for the wait my guy, but have a little doodle of your boys! 

[ask-villegas-sides]

Ooh, this could be interesting…. Fire away! - Beckett

🫖 drinks themed oc ask game

a some kind of second part of the food themed oc ask game 🤍

🥛: Do they drink milk? What kind of milk do they like? Do they drink it warm or cold?

🫗: What's their "feel better" drink? How did it become their "feel better" drink?

🫖: Would your oc easily ✨spill the tea✨ aka tell something to others even if they shouldn't?

☕️: How does your oc feel about coffee? If they drink coffee, how would they rather have it? Would they order a special kind of coffee drink (latte, macchiato, cappuccino etc.) or just a regular coffee? If they don't like coffee, what would they order in a cafe instead?

🍵: What's their favorite kind of tea? Do they drink different tea during different moments, or are they only into one kind of tea? What do they think about adding milk into tea?

🧃: Your oc is being offered a juice box they wanted. What flavor is it? Where will they take it? Do they drink juice often?

🥤: Does your oc prefer milkshakes or smoothies? What's their favorite flavor

🧋: Has your oc ever had bubble tea? Do they enjoy it?

🍶: Does your oc drink alcohol? Do they enjoy it? How often do they drink?

🍻: Does your oc prefer being alone in a cafe/bad or do they go for a drink with someone else? Do their drinking habits change depending on who's with them?

🥂: Do they drink to celebrate something important to them? Can be non-alcoholic or alcoholic.

🍷: Oh no! Your oc spilled their drink. What do they do?

🍸: Your oc is ordering a mocktail/cocktail! What are they picking?

🧉: What is your oc's opinion on sparkling water. Why?

[bellasartcoven]

Thank you so much to @ask-villegas-sides for commissioning me to draw their Sander Sides OC’s! I’d absolutely recommend checking out their blog and getting to know these lil guys. If you’re interested in a commission, let me know.