Yes kids, there is in fact another Lake Forest in Orange County, California, and it’s just as snooty as the one in Illinois. It used to be called El Toro after the local Air Force base which is now decommissioned, but property developers renamed it because the Hispanic name was scaring away wealthy white people.
“Hey, wanna go to the Target in Lake Forest?”
“But Jared, that’s in another state.”
“No, Lake Forest, CA, dumbass.”
“But Jared, that’s in another state.”
“No, Lake Forest, CA, dumbass.”
by DevlDnut August 17, 2022
Get the Lake Forest, CAmug. The Charivnyy Forest Kingdom is the 3rd Kingdom in the Starlight Continent, Chivry is the main language, but They laso speak ukranian, English and in some regions Spanish/Portuguese. The current pillar is Aleion Chirá. Their National Flower is the “Blue Raven”.
-Oh! From what Kingdom are you?
-I am from the Charivnyy Forest Kingdom!
(Btw this is all made up, it’s for a book of mine :)
-I am from the Charivnyy Forest Kingdom!
(Btw this is all made up, it’s for a book of mine :)
by Just writting for my books November 21, 2022
Get the Charivnyy Forest Kingdommug. A derogatory term used when talking about new wave of Black Metal (namely American bands) remarking shift in lyrical themes from death and darkness to nature and loneliness, and improving the quality of production. Used mostly by Black Metal purists so they can distant themselves from people the consider "untrue".
Person 1: Been listening to some Black Metal recently?
Person 2: Yeah, found out Agalloch, and absolutely love them.
Person 1: Man, I asked you about Black Metal, not Forest Rock.
Person 2: Yeah, found out Agalloch, and absolutely love them.
Person 1: Man, I asked you about Black Metal, not Forest Rock.
by chaseme2thesky December 14, 2014
Get the Forest Rockmug. Little town in Canada just west of Ottawa, hometown of Annie's Gas Bar, beware of goblins living on main street.
Wow dude! I just seen a goblin run by Annie's gas bar down in Foresters Falls! I'm thinkin he was butt naked! Forester's Falls is the shit!
by Stelladella December 2, 2011
Get the Foresters Fallsmug. The largest forest in the fantasy continent of Cartoss full of wood elves, dragons, giant moths and the giant spider Goldtspinner. From the book "The Golden Chronicle" The forest spans from the White Mountains to the Magnum Cliffs and borders Teidsfliew
"The Great Forest of Magisil is full of the foulest creatures known and unknown to man! None come in and none come out!"
-Kathis Preeburry
-Kathis Preeburry
by The Great Lepper December 20, 2018
Get the The Great Forest of Magisilmug. a sexual activity where a female sets her pubic hair on fire and has to jerk off the male until he ejaculates, causing the flame to go out.
by threekingx September 13, 2020
Get the forest firemug. This is a account from the book of the Wulfecks where they have stored their family hostory, the story is labeled The Blood Debt and is from 1813.
Deep in the Black Forest, the Wulfecks gathered under the iron chandelier, each sibling radiating venom. The Drakwyn clan demanded blood—a Wulfeck life to repay an ancient betrayal.
“Let’s give them Orin,” Thessira sneered, her dagger gouging the oak table. “He crawled back here like the worm he is. Let him squirm for them instead.”
“Charming,” Orin drawled, flipping a tarnished coin. “If wit could kill, you’d still be harmless.”
Valken slammed his fist into the table. “Enough! This isn’t about grudges. It’s survival.”
Calessa swirled her wine, a smirk curling her lips. “Weakest link, then. Any objections?”
“Besides you?” Orin quipped. Thessira’s dagger flew, embedding inches from his hand. He laughed darkly. “Relax, dear sister. I have a solution—a spell to make a doppelgänger. The Drakwyns get their life, and we stay whole.”
“What’s the catch?” Calessa’s voice dripped with disdain.
“It needs a willing sacrifice,” Orin hissed. “One life for all. Fair trade.”
Silence. Firelight flickered over their murderous glares. Valken’s knuckles whitened. “We don’t sacrifice our own.”
Calessa chuckled coldly. “How noble. Let’s see how long that lasts.”
The tension thickened, their hatred palpable. The blood debt loomed, and the Wulfecks stared each other down, venom and curses dripping with every breath.
Deep in the Black Forest, the Wulfecks gathered under the iron chandelier, each sibling radiating venom. The Drakwyn clan demanded blood—a Wulfeck life to repay an ancient betrayal.
“Let’s give them Orin,” Thessira sneered, her dagger gouging the oak table. “He crawled back here like the worm he is. Let him squirm for them instead.”
“Charming,” Orin drawled, flipping a tarnished coin. “If wit could kill, you’d still be harmless.”
Valken slammed his fist into the table. “Enough! This isn’t about grudges. It’s survival.”
Calessa swirled her wine, a smirk curling her lips. “Weakest link, then. Any objections?”
“Besides you?” Orin quipped. Thessira’s dagger flew, embedding inches from his hand. He laughed darkly. “Relax, dear sister. I have a solution—a spell to make a doppelgänger. The Drakwyns get their life, and we stay whole.”
“What’s the catch?” Calessa’s voice dripped with disdain.
“It needs a willing sacrifice,” Orin hissed. “One life for all. Fair trade.”
Silence. Firelight flickered over their murderous glares. Valken’s knuckles whitened. “We don’t sacrifice our own.”
Calessa chuckled coldly. “How noble. Let’s see how long that lasts.”
The tension thickened, their hatred palpable. The blood debt loomed, and the Wulfecks stared each other down, venom and curses dripping with every breath.
by Wulfeck Son November 26, 2024
Get the The Wulfecks of the Black Forestmug.