I made Tumblrs!


Hello friends, this is Gregory Thomas here.
I am letting you know that I made tumblrs!

Here you will find posts I made that are more pictures, than words-

mostly dealing with ingame pics taken from a video game called Skyrim.

Video gaming might not be your thing, but I still put in ‘REAL world content’ that you will most definitely find to be amusing. Loads with funny pictures I edited, and fun topics I posted containing humour, insight, and amusement. ūüôā

You might also find the pictures to be pleasant to look at as well, which I hope you still continue to endorse, if you have a tumblr as well, please show your support.



¬†¬† (This tumblr features a high elf¬† who lives in Skyrim. She claims to be ‚Äėinsane‚Äô and a member of the Yakuza, and always posts things oriental, yakuza, or ingame related content. She is mostly humorous, yet sometimes posts cryptic messages‚Ķ)



 (This tumblr is about an orc that likes conspiracies, the government, and may have a bunch of funny rambling that she will do about the government, aliens, and Illuminati. She usually offers comic relief, but can post some pretty startling revelations as well.)


I have many ideas, and could create even more tumblrs, but for now, these are pretty fun to simply engage in and view, I really do hope that you

please consider viewing in you leisure. ūüôā

Thank you very much.


-From your epic friend

Gregory Thomas


The Great Devoureress


A hand, is your own hand-

a departure, is your own departure. From this world, you were placed as a beating heart-

borne, for me to use, like a shadow in the dark;

a hand is used to capture, hand in hand they swing-

to capture souls, in the name of her; her lair is a plaything-

and it is the killer, of killers; the devourerer of bond and trust-

it is him, it is her. It is them, it is us…

And now you are made a runner;

chased endlessly until found-

as the deathbell rings her sound-

the terror releases its hounds…


Copyrightcopyright October 21, 2017


The Shattering Aether


And Alice was pure-dee mad and insane!

Her face fidgeted a madness, her chin scraped the skies, her cheekbones ached from her constant smirk-

forward into the maddening tunnel, does her female form embraces mankind;

and her eyelids twitch, at the flickering faint glow-

hurdling horribly into her eyes

For the web changed her body, into that what which be warped! Warped into the web, does her soul warp also-

until her female-shaped soul is no soul…!

until her soul is removed, and replaced with nightmares;

her essence through the wormhole, she goes down into the pit of despair;

and her long, beaming, drop dead gorgeous hair

like tree roots into the fumbling skies, tumbling nowhere, tumbling nowhere;

and it is the insane nexus! His embrace changes her into a pawn!

Alice fell down the rabbit hole;

that’s what we call the vortex.

And reemerged from the fathoms, in the name of the


poem Meaning:

Talks about how the internet can defile good people, with wicked imaginings…

Copyrightcopyright September 5, 2017



The Logic of Remorse


The insane mechanical overlord’s mind is devoured;

by her own empty planes, stretched across is the canvas yet to be fulfilled.

She is a mindless pawn, that devours her own;

she is the battle-maiden, lost and alone…

she is disengaged; her emptiness and longings-

she is her own longings.

For she seeks the diamond, from out of concrete;

she is discrete-

to break from formation, to devour peace again-

for her own use, she is but a soldier-

for she wages war in her own conscience, she is dethroned everytime-

for all around, her infinite beauty;

is the very planes of oblivion;

A hand sticking up from out of the sands of desolation

a beautiful android, was distracted by a flower, at the ruins of a civilization

Copyrightcopyright September 1, 2017


Andromeda’s Infinite


And I see flashing beams, from mine wife’s eyes!

Her voice recklessly radiates, like 100,000,000,000,000,000,000 earthquakes!

and her eyes see like the pit of violence! Her beaming eyes of silence.

And her female hands, reach for puny souls, surrounding at the gates;

why indeed is this hate ever so? Is it the solace that we recreate?

Because entering into, is entering indeed…

and honey used as drool, ever so deviantly everglades.

she is the moon, the shadows are her blankets, the stars are our bed-

and her mind is the void, that never ends, never ends-

for into the depths of, is the heart that is encased in vain-

for indeed, vanity is rest asurd;

unto all of the fair maidens made insane!

And I know damned well now;

why indeed?

I doth feels these fearful feels-

My ridiculously woven armored male soul!

Boys, girls, men, women, and imbeciles;

newly birthed from Andromeda’s¬†Black-hole;

And even skulls and bones, misunderstand their own.

When reemerging from out of the fathomless unknown…

Copyrightcopyright August 29, 2017