#marting gore

[mftm1987]

in praise of martin gore's gretsch double anniversary ‘green knight’ semi-hollow body electric guitar » 1987–present

[sacke-and-sugar-jewelry]

Depeche Mode with cats.

I couldn’t find one with Martin, so here he is with a monkey and a chicken.😆

(Alan gets two cat pictures because I say so)

Bonus:

Vince Clarke and a gargoyle

[agentorange87]

Martin Gore's many facial expressions 🌹

[byrd-bb]

Mystery Meat is back! Stay tuned for more 🥩👁️🍖

Reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

[thiccsys]

oc!!!

[elektroblues]

Depeche Mode performing Everything Counts and Love, In Itself on RTL IFA, 1983

[mattastr0phic]

Do not attempt.

[varteeny1234]

the next installment in this completely normal (/silly) au!

Summary:

Marm and Avid have somewhat adjusted to Marm's new void magic-related predicament. And if you asked Avid, he'd say that even if neither of them particularly liked the circumstances, their bond was definitely stronger than it had been before.

Words: 1572

Chapters: 1/1

Warnings (PLEASE READ): Temporary character death, graphic depictions of violence, intense blood and gore, cannibalism, fair bit of guilt

No romantic ships, just Marm and Avid being friends<3

*frantic* THE TITLE IS A JOKE GUYS THERE'S NO SMUT IN THIS+++

"I'm just saying, you complain a lot for someone who literally agreed to this." 

Marm laughed, blood dripping down the sides of her face. She was a mess- she licked her fingers, which were covered in even more gore. She tore another piece out of Avid's side- he was lying underneath her on the floor of her witch hut, trying not to bleed out too fast. He had a death-grip on a rag that he'd found, in the hand that was still attached to his body. One of his legs was missing everything below the thigh. The other was pinned in place by Marm.

"AGh- it hurts! I am allowed to complain that it hurts!" Exclaimed Avid. "I am missing half my body! I'm bleeding out on your floor! I'm not going to leave you to starve, but I definitely don't have to like it!" His face was also covered in blood- just about everything in the room was- but it was in one piece. Part of their deal was that the flesh of Avid's face was off-limits; the sensation of that being torn away was just too much for him.

"I never said you did. And anyways, it's not my fault you taste so good. I'm leaving the best parts for last, too." Marm poked him. It sent another sharp twinge of pain running through his systems, but it was drowned out in the rest of the agony within a second. 

Doing his best to give a deadpan glare, Avid wheezed, "But your favorite parts of me to eat are the ones that would kill me instantly. Doesn't that just make it last longer- AAH!"

Another chunk of his midsection disappeared down her throat. She hummed in consideration. "Well, it wouldn't be a full meal if I only ate a few especially tasty bits. If we did that, then I'd have to kill you more than once to be satisfied. Is that what you'd prefer?" 

Avid was going to reply, but Marm decided at that moment to break off one of his ribs. It was always the ribs. He just barely held back a shout, and he slammed his fist into the ground. The sound that the bone made when Marm bit down on it was... less than pleasant. Nothing about this situation was pleasant for him, to be fair, but the sound of his bones being crunched was particularly icky, alongside the fact that it hurt even more than when Marm played 'what combination of guts and organs will I get with a random handful of Avid's insides.' 

He... didn't like that game very much.

"Why do you always go for the ribs," Avid choked out. 

Marm laughed. "They're good. It's an experience unlike the rest of this, in and of itself. The delicious meat's stuck to the bone, and so you have to scrape it off with your teeth, sort of? I'm not really sure how to explain it other than that... and the bones are strong, but not too strong, so it's very satisfying to chew them into little pieces." Taking out another rib, and ignoring Avid's scream, she continued. "Lucky there's a bunch of them, and you don't immediately die if I take a few. They're wonderfully savory, and sweet. Did you know?"

"No, I didn't know! Why would I need to know how my ribs taste?" 

Even though his eyes were closed, he could imagine Marm's devious grin on her face as she spoke again. "Well, you won't understand why they're my favorite if you don't know."

"You're weird about ribs. Honestly, it'd be easier for me if your favorite was, like, my heart, or something! But it's ribs- AH!"

"Hm. What I think is that you're weird that I have a favorite part of you to eat. Wait, I've just thought of a good idea!"

Avid didn't trust her at all. In this situation, none of her ideas really turned out well for him. 

"Maybe you'd understand if you got the opportunity to taste a rib!" 

...There it was. Did Marm really expect him to eat raw meat, from himself at that?! "I am not going to let you feed me a piece of my own body, thank you very much," he said. The words came out all in one breath. He could tell he was running out of time before he respawned, and he knew Marm could too.

She laughed again. "Ha! You're silly, monkey man. You don't think I'm talking about your ribs, do you? What I mean is that you should try some of mine!"

She was suggesting him eating her?! That was somehow even worse! Marm eating him was one thing, since she needed to or else she'd starve to death- her void magic wasn't all fun and games. But Avid was still, technically, an ordinary player! He got by on normal food just fine, he had no good reason to eat his friends. The thought of his and Marm's positions swapped made his stomach turn. He shook his head as best he could. 

"Alright, if you're sure. Ribs are reeeeally good though."

"I THINK I'LL JUST TAKE YOUR WORD FOR IT," Avid yelled out as fast as he could. "I'M GOOD!"

As his vision began to go spotty, he stopped putting in the effort to form coherent thoughts. He was pretty sure Marm polished off at least half of his ribs before he felt his whole body go numb, and he woke up in the bed that was only a short ways away. 

His limbs were tingly. They were always tingly at this stage. He closed his fists, and flexed his fingers, making sure he could feel his whole body before opening his eyes again. There weren't any lights in Marm's hut, which helped. Squinting, he looked over at Marm, who had moved so that she was sitting back against the wall with her eyes closed, appearing deep in thought.

Avid knew that, despite her joking banter while she ate him, she hated the fact that she needed to kill him for her own health. They'd settled into this routine long enough ago that it wasn't as bad- she was more desensitized to the guilty feelings. And she hadn't had any complete breakdowns like she'd had the first time. But still, he couldn't help but feel bad for her. A small smile formed on his face as he sat up- slowly, though, he was still a little disoriented from the respawn.

"Marm, I'd come over there and hug you, but you're still covered in gross stuff." He let some amusement leak into his voice. 

Marm smiled. Avid heard her breathe in and out, deeply. She stood up, putting a hand on her hip. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. You're just afraid to get all messy again," she teased. She wiggled her fingers in his direction, eliciting a laugh from him. "Give me a minute."

"Hurry up and change or something so I can hug you already!" Avid exclaimed.

She went outside to wash off the blood, and put on a new dress. In the few minutes she was gone, Avid steadied himself, slipping off the bed and onto his feet. He used the rag he'd been squeezing earlier to wipe up some of the blood- he didn't want to make Marm have to clean up everything. There wasn't a slick, red puddle on the floor anymore, at least.

The dirtied rag went into the corner on top of a chest, just as Marm returned, now blood-free. She spun in a circle once. 

"All clean, now?" She asked. 

Avid walked over and grabbed her hand, no longer feeling wobbly, and tugged her over towards him. "Yes. Cuddle time, Marm," he demanded. He folded her into a tight embrace. Marm returned it, burying her face in his hair. "You okay?"

"Mhm," she responded.

"Well, alright then. I believe you."

"Thanks for checking in, though. It's not easy for either of us." Marm's voice had lowered to a whisper. She was definitely getting tired, then. The refreshed feeling of being full, they'd found, was quickly replaced by exhaustion from the extreme use of void magic, even passively. She yawned, proving his suspicion.

Avid hummed. Then, in one quick move, swept Marm up into his arms. "Nap time for you, Marm, I can feel how tired you are." 

She glared at him- knowing her, she was likely thinking about protesting- but she yawned again, and gave up. She curled up a little smaller instead. "I was going to argue, but I'm too tired to deal with that. Which would also only weaken my case, wouldn't it?" She said.

Nodding, Avid dropped her gently onto her bed. "It would. Scoot over, Marm, make some room for me!" He poked her shoulder, which earned him another grumpy look. But she did move! He flopped onto the bed next to her, giving her a grin.

He pulled the blanket over them both. Marm reached over and grabbed his arm, holding it close to herself, cradling it like it provided a form of comfort to her... it probably did, Avid realized. He readjusted himself so he was holding her hand, and he squeezed it three times. 

Marm didn't notice, of course. After all, she'd fallen fast asleep in only a matter of moments. Avid smiled, leaning forwards to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"Sweet dreams, Marm," he whispered.

[where-the-wind-travels]

i started typing this before i went to take a shower and now i literally can't remember where i wanted to go with this. PAST ME WHAT DO YOU MEAN. WHAT WOULD'VE CHANGED IF DEPECHE MODE WROTE SURRENDER WHAT

[gravitywasneveranoption]

Cringetober stimtober day 12- Niche interest and anxious stim

OMEGA MART STIMBOARD CUZ IM GOING THERE TODAY!!!!!!

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[mftm1987]

it's called mode look it up : martin, sacrée soirée 1987

[picspammer]

Here is a song from the wrong side of town

[leechloach]

"Operating", collage 2023

words read:

"exquisite / grisly detail

It will take / seven months / for my / damaged nerves / to recover"

[thiccsys]

déjà rêvé means “already dreamed”

[myrfing]

you guys can have zen0s' decapitated head I guess

[byrd-bb]

Byrd-bb.com :3