Hola... Niños This is a character interaction blog thing, just for fun.

ᯓ★But wait! There are some rules.. to follow:

╰┈➤Expect shitposts. Expect random mayhem. Expect scenarios that may not make sense. I don't care it's from the same user or as long as it's harmless (don't want to ruin the fun for homies right?) ╰┈➤DMs are accepted in messages. ╰┈➤Have a problem? You're getting the chancla, amigo ╰┈➤And you, Anon? You're fine. I know it's for fun and jokes, so it's not an issue. And I don't really take a lot of things seriously, so for everyone else reading this

Feel free to interact or ask questions; (Anons asks are accepted too. I don't care either way. Again, this is just for fun.) and don't forget to spam my inbox with asks, that's brilliant

I find anything unusual, else I'm coming for you, chiquito. Mark my words/j

Person behind the blog talks in red

LAST. WEEK. We were doing training drills and I slipped in the mud and he looks at me with his serious face and says, “Careful, kid. You might hurt yourself.”

I said, “Kid? Excuse me, señor—I cook, I shoot rifles, I gave you two babies and my whole liver if you need it—KID??”

Lieutenant brain don't have weekend, I try. But my eyes open at 0500 like, “¡Arriba, arriba, loca! Go run, go suffer!”

Just wanted to know for humorous purposes (nothing weird I promise😭)

What’s it like sharing a bed with your husband? Is it a romantic thing, or do you just wake up to a foot in your face?

(Personally mine is the second…)

¡Hola! Me alegra ver a alguien que también habla español.

Your mans is giving a side eye

I decided to adopt it since it made me think of him..