#tortilla challenge

[the-radio-demon-blog]

I have no regrets about drawing this

I would sell my soul to slap Lucifer with a tortilla. Hah! Its hilarious! If only I could convince that pompous King to do such a wonderful thing. I'm sure it wouldn't take much to convince Angel Dust.

[radioregia]

I can't draw for shit tbh LOL

I was watching something on Instagram and this idea popped into my head so I gathered stills from the show and used them to help me put a basis of where they'd be, and this is the outcome.

Dear god someone with talent see this and make it a reality.

In other news, the second chapter of "Moonlight Sonatra" is getting posted today; I think I'll update as often as I can!

[flowerbarrel-art]

Today my mom brought a tortilla and i instantly had it in my mind that Purple came for a visit with tortillas since he wanted to do the “Tortilla Slap Challenge” with Chosen and Second

Awww, cute! I’m glad he just drops by to play games.

Purple showed them how to make fajitas after they were done with the challenge.

[dornish-queen]

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I can't stop laughing 🤣

[willcodehtmlforfood]

Tortilla challenge vol 976688.

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[fangsforfags]

yesterday i learned tht a good amount of white ppl didnt know u can heat up tortillas before eating them....be so fucking for real rn.

[vega-and-me]

THE BLOW KISS!! MY HEART

[not-bad-art]

The muse finally made a post for us plebs that don't pay him $50/month. Got a few quotes for my collection of the guy's prose, including this ole gem:

6am. I haven’t slept. I think I’m still drunk. Am I still drunk? The lack of a hangover in the wake of the sheer alcohol volume ingested, implies I’m definitely still drunk.

Loves to start a first person pov scene with 1) I think XXXX, then 2) Is it really XXXX? followed by 3) incongruously wordy observation supporting XXXX.

Then he revealed more about our pov character, his younger self. But to set up more of the scene, he went with

There was a a kind of mall, not mall, but kind of a mini mall thing,

And it's funny/interesting to see how his blogging style is so shaped by drafting screenplays - esp when I also use [insert phrase here] as shorthand in my drafts.

[dreamw0rms]

the quiche i made for dinner tonight. broccoli, tomato, basil, turkey bacon, and cheddar

[alittleemo]

final update of the day

pros; got to finish my book (joy luck club), and movie (love simon) on the flight, gf meals they gave me were actually good, PIZZA I COULD EAT !!!!!!!, did some sketching, and wrote a LOT for my challengers fic

neg; lost my cookies i got in the airport AND the little snack they gave me </3, my dog fell off the counter and lost a tooth, watched a huge fight in the customs line, and my sisters suitcase was left in france

[happy2bmyownboss]

Chicken Salad Tostadas

This recipe came about during a pantry challenge night… we were using up some leftovers and things that needed to be eaten from the pantry. I have incorporated several of these pantry challenges into our Perpetual Meal Plans to help us use up things in the fridge so they don’t go to waste! We had made some chicken salad from some leftover baked chicken for lunch and still had plenty left over.…

[pastelchelle]

Dick and Jason do the tortilla slap challenge.

[kxsagi]

Hello! Could I ask something about a foreign reader, maybe European, meeting Michael in Germany, Sae in Madrid and Rin in Japan while on a trip? Speaking in English since they don't know the language and having that immediate connection that neither of them have ever had before. That'd be very cute, and such a dream😫

“𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤”

a/n: love talk by wayv is a FIRE song

made reader both european and american if that’s okay! being american helps explain the english more

translation of each title: “do you speak english?” (german), “more beautiful than the sun” (spanish), “kotoba janakute mo/even without words” (japanese)

ft. kaiser michael, itoshi sae, itoshi rin

kaiser michael – "sprichst du english?" 

berlin's streetlights hum like lullabies, the city bleeding into a haze of jazz from some underground bar. you don’t know where you are. literally. google maps is spinning like a roulette wheel and you're pretty sure the bratwurst vendor gave you a fake street name just to mess with you. 

“you look like a lost little tourist,” a voice purrs, rich with amusement. 

you turn to see a tall, golden-haired man leaning against a lamp post, hands in his coat pockets, smirk curled like a sin. 

“you speak english?” 

his eyes light up. “better than you, probably.” 

he says it like he’s challenging you, like he wants to bicker for the next hour over espresso and late-night currywurst. 

you blink. “oh my gosh, thank goodness. i thought i was gonna get kidnapped.” 

“well,” he chuckles, stepping forward with a lazy saunter, “depends on who finds you first.” 

he offers his hand. “michael. kaiser, actually. but you can call me whatever you want, hübsches mädchen.” 

you laugh, hand in his. “i literally have no idea what you just said.” 

“good. it’s more fun that way.” 

and just like that, he walks with you, not behind or in front, but beside, like he already belongs there. he gets you a kebab, points out ridiculous graffiti, and lets you try to pronounce german street names while biting back laughter. 

you don’t even remember what you were looking for in berlin. now it’s just him. 

itoshi sae – "más guapa que el sol" 

you’re melting. madrid in the summer is no joke. and you, brave but dumb, decided to wear jeans. 

as you take refuge in a quiet little café, fanning yourself with a menu, the chair across from you scrapes against the floor. 

“mind if i sit?” an unfamiliar voice in crisp english asks. 

you look up. red hair. unreadable teal eyes. the aura of someone who absolutely hates small talk but will make an exception for you. 

“… uh, sure?” you blink. “do i know you?” 

he just shrugs and sits down, sipping from his water. “you were staring at the menu like it insulted you. figured i’d save you.” 

you snort. “i can’t read anything. my spanish sucks.” 

he lifts a brow. “american?” 

“and european… you say that like it’s a bad thing.” 

“it is,” he mutters. but the corner of his mouth quirks like he’s fighting a smile. 

he orders for both of you without asking, and you're weirdly okay with it. later, over chilled wine and tortilla, you learn he’s a football player. kind of famous, actually. sae something. 

“so you're like, a celebrity?” 

“only here,” he says, looking out the window. then softer, “not with you though.” 

you don’t know what it means. maybe he doesn’t either. but when he offers to walk you to your hotel, slowly, like he has nowhere else to be, you let him. 

itoshi rin – “言葉じゃなくても” 

you’re crying in the middle of a tokyo train station. not ugly crying, but overwhelmed, jetlagged, google-translate-is-failing-you crying. 

someone taps your shoulder. you spin around, sniffling, trying to look like you didn’t just almost sob into your iced matcha. 

he’s tall. sharp-eyed. slightly terrifying. but his voice is gentle when he asks, “are you okay?” 

“do you… you speak english?” you manage. 

“a little,” he says. “you’re lost?” 

you nod. 

without a word, he gestures for your phone. you hand it over and he starts typing something into your map app. once he finishes, he gives it back and mutters, “i’ll take you.” 

“you don’t have to–” 

“i want to,” he says. blunt. serious. a little red in the ears. 

on the way, you try to make conversation, and he gives these awkward, short replies, like he wants to say more but doesn’t know how. still, he slows his pace to match yours. he buys you a melon soda when he notices you haven’t had water all day. he hovers protectively when the crowd thickens. 

when you reach your destination, you thank him profusely. he just nods, looks like he wants to say something else… and hands you a tiny slip of paper. 

his number. with a scribbled note underneath: “i could work on my english more. can i practice with you?” 

and suddenly, you’re not so lost anymore. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[micky-44-blog]

“Let the Slap of Love Commence”

Lucifer Morningstar x Wife!Reader – Tortilla Slap Challenge

___________________________________________

You had done some mildly unholy things in your time as the Queen of Hell, but today? You might have topped them all.

“Explain this to me again,” Lucifer said, eyeing the two massive tortillas in your hands with a mix of suspicion and amusement. “You want me to... what?”

You grinned, offering him one of the tortillas like it was a sacred weapon. “It’s called the Tortilla Slap Challenge. We each take a tortilla, fill our mouths with water, and try not to laugh while slapping each other with these.”

Lucifer blinked. “So... foreplay?”

You gave him the look. “No. Internet challenge. No flirting until after the slaps.”

He pouted, holding up the tortilla like it was made of sin itself. “Fine. But know that striking my ethereal face is a crime punishable by at least twenty years of cuddles.”

“Then I plead guilty in advance.”

--

Round One: Water Locked, Tortillas Loaded

You both filled your cheeks like overhydrated chipmunks and faced each other dramatically in the palace courtyard.

Lucifer raised his tortilla. “Mmmph!”

You nodded. “Mmph!”

Then, SLAP.

You took the first hit—and immediately snorted water out your nose trying not to laugh. Lucifer looked smug until your tortilla whipped across his cheek in a swift revenge arc.

SLAP.

He blinked, stunned.

You both paused.

Then—you lost it.

Water spewed from both of you as you doubled over laughing, tortillas flopping uselessly to the ground like fallen warriors.

Round Two: Vengeance

“No mercy this time,” he growled, refilling his cheeks and adjusting his collar with mock seriousness. “I am Lucifer Morningstar. First of His Name. Slayer of Kings. Bringer of Style.”

You nodded solemnly. “And you’re about to be slapped like a soggy sandwich.”

SLAP.

You hit him so hard the tortilla broke mid-air.

Lucifer spat water in shock, staggered back, and looked at the shredded remains in your hand.

“…That was excessive.”

You gave a faux-innocent shrug. “Your face broke it.”

“Oh, now it’s war.”

---

Later That Night...

Lucifer towel-dries his hair and flops beside you in bed, tortilla welt still faintly visible on his cheek.

“That,” he murmurs, curling an arm around you, “was the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever done.”

You kiss his nose. “You loved it.”

He chuckles. “I did. But next time? Pancakes. They’re softer.”

[fangsforfags]

1 tortilla

1 handful of shredded cheese

microwave for 30 seconds

roll tortilla

yummy snack

[oni28]

August 2024 Recipe_Mexican Recipe 02

[Recipe Information]

※ Need Recipe Pack Mod Latest Version (24.08.08 version) ※

Enchilada

1, 4, 8 serve

Category : Meals

Cooking Level_08

Enchilada is a Mexican dish consisting of a corn tortilla rolled around a filling and covered with a savory sauce. Enchiladas can be filled with various ingredients, including meats, cheese, beans, potatoes, vegetables, or combinations.

Required Ingredients for 1 serve : Any Meat(1), Any Vegetable(1)

Required Ingredients for 4 serve : Any Meat(2), Any Vegetable(2), Cheese(1)

Required Ingredients for 8 serve : Any Meat(3), Any Vegetable(3), Cheese(2)

Lots challenge 'Simple Living' Compatible

Group Cooking Compatible

Horchata

1, 4, 8 serve

Category : Drink

Cooking Level_0

Vegetarian-Safe. Horchata is a name given to various beverages, which are generally plant based, but sometimes contain animal milk. In Spain, it is made with soaked, ground, and sweetened tiger nuts. In some parts of the Americas, the base is white rice, along with other spices.

Required Ingredients for 4 serve : Milk(1)

Required Ingredients for 8 serve : Milk(1), Sugar(1)

All ingredients are optional

[Language]

Korean (by_oni)

English (by_oni)

📌T.O.U

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(Latest patch compatible)

👩‍👩‍👧‍👦 Public Released on August 31st, 2024 (KST)

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