http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/ 2026-04-18T11:22:40+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/ http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/_media/favicon.ico text/html 2017-03-30T20:50:16+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:36hr_song?rev=1490907016&do=diff 36hr song Oops I did it again. I removed my heart. Erased my brain Oh baby baby Oops I think I’m in Flux Brought cubes from above Blew up those innocents 36hr_song fic text/html 2016-02-04T14:58:02+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:a_consideration_of_love?rev=1454597882&do=diff A Consideration of Love In many ways it is all about Love. He does it for Love. Everyone loves him, with his raven hair, brilliant grin, and foreign charm. He loves himself, far too much some might say, and it is that love which started all this. He loves his wife I think. He loves his daughter more than anything in the world, even more than he loves himself. I’m pretty sure that is why it has come to this. Over protective and unwilling to let go, his loved has forced me to this. text/html 2016-09-18T21:07:46+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:a_helpful_hate?rev=1474232866&do=diff A Helpful Hate Springing down the steps of the new council building Jimmy hopped into the back of the carriage and gave a sigh of relaxation as he slid Star Mirror from his chest and blossomed into being in the seat opposite his body. He watched himself nod forward an instant, like someone falling into slumber and then his head pulled back up with alert, accusatory eyes. text/html 2016-02-29T23:27:26+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:a_learning_exercise?rev=1456788446&do=diff A Learning Exercise The young chap at the tavern — a bar hand, she believed — had yellow hair. Not blonde, but yellow, like straw. She liked to imagine that he was more of a stable hand by day: she’d always had a fantasy about stable hands. His sheets were rough, just as she’d expected, and after they were done she didn’t tarry too long in his bed. While he may have been handsome while standing, he was certainly not while asleep. That’s how Penelope Cargan learned she could move silently.… text/html 2016-04-08T14:13:28+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:a_man_talking_nonsense?rev=1460124808&do=diff A Man Talking Nonsense Not to Himself (Set just after Consult The Oracle) Technically speaking, he has only encountered his doppelganger three times - in two separate instances. Ever since the second, he has faced himself in his dreams. Sword in hand. text/html 2016-06-12T18:25:46+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:a_man_talking_sense_to_himself?rev=1465755946&do=diff A Man Talking Sense to Himself It’s dark when Armand wakes. The night lends a sickly, chilled cast to the scrunched-up balls of paper perpetually adorning his floor - and, not for the first time, he wonders abstractedly if he ought to consider sweeping them up. In all honesty, though, he’s worried he might end up discarding something important: at this point, he might as well admit that his floor has become his de facto library. Old habits die hard. text/html 2016-02-01T20:24:33+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:a_matter_of_traitors?rev=1454358273&do=diff Matters of Traitors (Set in the middle of the debrief for Matters of Trade.) Armand sits, enveloped in shadow, at his escritoire: hands stretched out, cupped, before him. A single lamp at his desk provides scant illumination, as fear of the dark - however justified - he has reasoned, is a pitiful trait that he disdains to acquire. text/html 2017-04-30T13:14:44+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:administrative_details?rev=1493558084&do=diff Administrative Details Set post-Diggers, and then post-Baker's Dozen. --- It is with no small amount of trepidation that Junior Watch Undersecretary Hawkins taps on the sleek oak panels of the door to Councillor Cargan-Graves’ office. He has, after all, heard the stories - ranging from the hushed anecdotes of assistants scorned for failing to purchase the appropriate brand of blue ink (“what kind of fucking philistine orders text/html 2017-01-15T14:49:06+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:an_epistle_of_inquiry?rev=1484491746&do=diff An Epistle of Inquiry Captain, Naturally, in addressing this letter to the entity known as ‘Captain’, I am implicitly - and now explicitly, I suppose - addressing all individuals who might reasonably possess the ability to lay claim to said title: March, Branch, Marsh, and indeed - if against staggering odds, there was any amount of truth to that ludicrous assertion - Brian. The latter possibility is something which, naturally, I doubt - but still, I’ve learned never to underestimate your abil… text/html 2016-02-21T11:31:48+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:an_exercise_in_futility?rev=1456054308&do=diff An Exercise in Futility Set just after Shattered Futures... Light streams through the open window, landing just at the foot of the bathroom stool where Armand sits. Chin resting against the sink. Blinking at the mirror. “Howard. Mr. Branch. Or, you know - whatever’s left of you. Can you hear me?” He lifts his chin with a certain amount of dignity. “You said all I had to do was look in the mirror, and say your name.” text/html 2016-04-03T22:01:13+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:an_unfamiliar_sofa?rev=1459720873&do=diff An Unfamiliar Sofa (Set sometime after Fetch Quest) If, several years in the future, Theophilius had the inclination to think back on where his Grand Plan first started to unravel, he might be forced to concede that it all began with that sofa. Not an inauspicious sofa. Not an unclean, nor particularly uncomfortable sofa - at least, in its natural state. But, two dread variables conspired to make this furnishing a virile anathaema to his heretofore successful connivings. text/html 2016-02-17T21:12:23+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:an_unfortunate_incident_involving_a_cat?rev=1455743543&do=diff An Unfortunate Incident Involving a Cat It was a Wednesday afternoon at the College of the Stars, which Xavier remembered because he had stopped for a pea and ham soup for lunch and he always had pea and ham soup for lunch on a Wednesday. Neither of them could remember whether the experiment had been Ryan’s or Xavi’s idea but Xavi was adamant that since Ryan had actually been the one to conduct it, it was most definitely Ryan’s fault. The most difficult part had been getting the porter’s cat to… text/html 2016-01-25T20:10:38+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:anomalous_awakening?rev=1453752638&do=diff Sewer Gem (Set after Anomalous Materials) Bang bang bang. Batts awakens to destruction. His room appears to have done battle with a pack of drunken clawfiends. If so - it has evidently lost. Bang bang bang. “Mr Marbeq? Mr Marbeq? We've had reports of screaming. More so than the usual.” text/html 2016-01-29T17:21:37+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:are_you_there?rev=1454088097&do=diff Are You There A filk of 'Are You There' from Bare: A Pop Opera. Armand: Do you know – well, of course you do – what it’s like to be betrayed? When the cousin you tormented was a friend you might have made, See, I’ve hated her forever, but I mourned her when she died, And I couldn’t spare her with my prayer, but you know how hard I tried, text/html 2016-04-08T20:08:15+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:armand?rev=1460146095&do=diff Armand Song to the tune of 'Gaston' PUB GOERS: Have you heard about that Cargan named Armand? That warrior priest with the hair. In love with his cousin he is that Armand, They’re having a torrid affair. Wait didn’t he marry that Graves who’s a god? text/html 2016-01-26T01:29:28+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:as_bad_as_a_mile?rev=1453771768&do=diff As Bad As A Mile (Set sometime after Here, Kitty Kitty Kitty) There were two apples on the table. For some reason, it was always apples. Hardy looked from one apple, to the other, and then sharply back to the first again - their gaze unwavering and intense. The apples were green, relatively unblemished, and - save for one thing - entirely unremarkable. text/html 2016-09-19T21:33:17+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:astraeus?rev=1474320797&do=diff Astraeus astraeus fic text/html 2017-01-15T13:23:13+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:blame?rev=1484486593&do=diff Blame The Captain of the Crimson Mother had not been seen in the week since he ordered the ship to voyage into the Flux after the party. Locked away in his quarters, anyone who dared knock on his door was met with a concussive bolt of Flux energy. The ship was low on supplies, low on morale, but no order to return to port was made. Things were looking dire. text/html 2016-01-26T17:24:00+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:children?rev=1453829040&do=diff Children On a rooftop, not far from the Wayfinder's guild, a figure stands in the frigid air and watches the street below. “Oh no no, this is no good at all.” “This is not what I wanted.” “This is not what I wanted at all!” “They're doing it WRONG. text/html 2016-12-20T15:36:23+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:concerning_libraries?rev=1482248183&do=diff Concerning Libraries Set post-A Study in Misery. Adapted from text-roleplay. Tabitha, resplendent in her nicest - and skimpiest - silk negligee, reclines as elegantly as she can against her bunk. Having long since accustomed herself to the motion of the waves (not initially conducive to elegance), she judges this particular pose a success. text/html 2017-04-16T15:52:39+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:concerning_piracy?rev=1492357959&do=diff Concerning Piracy Set in the nebulous weeks post-Dragonstone. It’s a little perplexing to admit that she’s become accustomed to thinking of the rather obtrusive scrape of the waves below her cabin as a benchmark for silence. Back on Thrumm, she’d been spooked by the palpable hush that descended at night; if anything, she found herself pining for sound. She might hate herself, just a little, for getting used to life on boats. (Ships. What you will.) Even so, unwillingly ensconced in a lumpy, mi… text/html 2016-02-07T14:07:00+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:contractual_efforts?rev=1454854020&do=diff Contractual Efforts An unwieldy stack of printed documents are delivered to the house of Francesco Graves. The harassed-looking messenger slowly disburdens himself of paper folders, arranging them into stacks according to theme. First is a lengthy document, obviously drawn up by the Cargan family lawyer, listing various (largely unnecessary) protections in the event of the divorce to which both parties would presumably never subject their families. The document is therefore not so much outrag… text/html 2016-02-10T16:29:47+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:elseworlds?rev=1455121787&do=diff Elseworlds * 92 years after the Revolution. * 20 years after the Upheaval. * 13 years after the Crowning of the Splintered Man, or simply “The Shattering”. * 26 days after Frederick Dines once again tried to free the world of restrictions. text/html 2016-02-04T19:39:16+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:engagement?rev=1454614756&do=diff Engagement Set shortly after of Matters of Trade “Stupid, stupid, stupid, how could I be so careless?” It was the second time in the last two weeks he had lost his master. The first time around he hadn’t been worried until the second day. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to go off adventuring, after all. Day two he had started to be a little concerned. A small part of him had also been hopeful that he might turn up dead but also always that part of him lost out to his sense of loyalty. … text/html 2016-04-03T16:57:14+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:epiphany?rev=1459702634&do=diff Epiphany A filk of Epiphany, from Sweeney Todd. Set sometime between Jane's clockwork larp and Night of the Rooster. THEO I had her! My child was reaching for my hand. No, I had her! My child was there and she'll never come again. RAINA Easy now, hush love hush text/html 2016-01-31T20:06:11+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:everyone_is_useful?rev=1454270771&do=diff Everyone is Useful To the tune of Everyone's a hero from Dr Horrible's Sing-a-long Blog Francesco: It’s certainly a presumption Begging just to eat I suppose if knew consumption. Then this hunger you could defeat So you wonder what your part is ‘cause you’re homeless and depressed But there’s power where your heart is text/html 2016-01-25T17:40:38+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:example_fic?rev=1453743638&do=diff Example Fic I warned you. - Dan example_fic fic text/html 2016-04-24T13:17:21+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:faith_mourning?rev=1461503841&do=diff Faith Mourning (Set directly after the Debrief of Faith Healing.) The crypt feels - fresher than it should. Airless, but not yet decayed. She is gracefully arranged in the open-top coffin, prepped for interment: the plan is to have it sealed - sooner, actually, but Armand told them to wait. The idea of the coffin itself being ransacked is repulsive; better for them to lift her out, to have a clean exchange. text/html 2016-01-29T17:42:48+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:fight?rev=1454089368&do=diff Fight A filk of 'Burn' from Hamilton the Musical, following Emily's internal monologues through out Gaining Favour. EMILY: I’ve read every pamphlet you wrote for her Seen the way that you defend With every line, The Traitors design, Penelope’s shrine. I have never been interested in text/html 2016-03-24T20:55:34+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:for_the_leader?rev=1458852934&do=diff For The Leader A filk of 'All For Laura' from Woman in White (until about 3:10 of the video) Set before Alexander (Adam) enters the game. In the darkness, Look at what they’ve done, Look at how they’ve murdered you… In the water They wash their bloodied hands, Use their faith as their excuse text/html 2016-09-26T11:17:25+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:forms_of_worship?rev=1474888645&do=diff Forms of Worship Lucian stands before the gathered followers, within the great hall of the Church of the Arcane Arbiter. He wordlessly draws his sword, and hands it to the closest worshipper. “Sell me this sword.” “What?” “You are here because you understand the value of trade. Show me. Sell me this sword. text/html 2016-09-19T19:01:49+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:hidden_qualities?rev=1474311709&do=diff Hidden Qualities (A double-drabble.) Ambrosia peered through the curtains, a sliver of cool moonlight illuminating her face. She smiled to herself - what a productive night this had been. She had once dismissed Tabitha as... unimportant. Everyone knew Tabitha was the kind of vapid society airhead who spent more time constructing inane romances than doing anything meaningful. text/html 2016-04-03T22:38:12+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:how_to_disappear_completely?rev=1459723092&do=diff How to Disappear Completely (Set sometime after Night of The Rooster, but depicting events before the start of the game) You watch the creatures scuttling on the beach, pattering tiny impressions into the sand. From time to time, their gaggle of legs sets off silent avalanches. text/html 2016-06-19T19:43:03+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:how_to_make_friends_and_influence_people?rev=1466365383&do=diff How to Make Friends and Influence People but it is Thoroughly Shortsighted and Entirely Unfair to force us to remain we have fought Despicable Foes and triumphed over please don't worry about us Tamburlaine frowns. A single, malignant ink blot spreads from the tip of his quill. text/html 2016-04-08T20:08:43+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:in_my_life?rev=1460146123&do=diff In My Life (Set directly after Night of the Rooster. Sung to the tune of In My Life from Les Miserables.) ARMAND: How strange, This feeling that I might have won at last, This change, How is it that I fall in love so fast? What’s the matter with you, Armand? text/html 2016-01-29T17:50:41+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:in_the_eye_of_the_wilderness?rev=1454089841&do=diff In the Eye of the Wilderness A filk of 'Hurricane' from the musical Hamilton. Armand: In the eye of the wilderness There is quiet Amidst the chaos Consensus lies. When I was twenty-one my family Were summoned home, Into a war zone, We let the Council rise. I fought my way out text/html 2016-02-11T17:40:45+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:in_the_name_of_the_tender?rev=1455212445&do=diff In the Name of the Tender “In the name of the Tender, definitely the Tender, completely the Tender, not to be confused with the Traitor...” THWACK It's going to be a long road to recovery, mused Simon. Today had confirmed what he had long been growing to realise; people really didn't like the traitor. It was surely all down to bad publicity; Penelope being the public face of the church and all that. Sure, he had been blinded to her true nature, a mistake he was alas only just coming to realis… text/html 2016-05-15T12:34:08+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:killing_time?rev=1463315648&do=diff Killing Time The queue to board The Gaterider inched forward a step and then settled in to wait for the ship's guards to start checks on the merchant caravan now at the front of the queue. Miller let out an exasperated sigh, this was going to take hours assuming everything went smoothly and judging by the shifty look of the party three ahead of him, that wasn't very likely. text/html 2016-04-11T21:57:27+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:last_chance?rev=1460411847&do=diff Last Chance Penelope Cargan had run out of chances. She’d boozed and partied her way through what she had taken from her family in Thys, and it had been by sheer virtue of carefully courting several of the higher classes of her new home that she wasn’t out on the streets. That was until they all spoke to each other and figured out what was going on. That was her last chance. text/html 2016-01-26T20:50:32+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:lessons?rev=1453841432&do=diff Lessons About a year before the Upheaval… Some lessons you have to learn the hard way. Not for the first time and certainly not for the last, Reynard was debating the relative merits of snapping the young master’s neck. He could say that he fell off his horse. Idiot young nobility did that sort of thing all the time. It would be the perfect crime. Even if he were caught a lifetime in one of Acryn’s gaols might be better than having to endure the interminable torment that was the never-ending … text/html 2016-09-18T22:18:24+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:living_honestly?rev=1474237104&do=diff Living Honestly “Mr Chill, she's asking for you again.” Walker opened his eyes and allowed the barrier surrounding him to fade to a translucent shimmering in the air. “I'm not here, David, I'm in Margush.” “I'm sorry, Mr Chill, she says her people saw you come in. text/html 2016-08-29T15:59:10+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:maintaining_composure?rev=1472486350&do=diff Maintaining Composure (Set directly after Perfection Marred) - It’s only later that he thinks to check one last time before dark: past dusk when he finds himself reeling, scrabbling at the edge of the wall for support, and missing by horrified inches. text/html 2016-01-26T00:30:14+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:memories?rev=1453768214&do=diff Memories (Set sometime before Consult the Oracle) --- The frozen forest floor cracks crisply under her foot. Many believed that this forest felt the winter harshly, and so it came to be, each footfall providing crunching evidence of the fact. “Hold on to my hand tightly now, Emily. The ground gets slippy here.” text/html 2016-02-01T20:02:05+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:on_a_country_walk?rev=1454356925&do=diff On a Country Walk “So here it is,” said the traveller to his companion, “Right over there is where I was born.” He pointed to the ruins, which beneath the overgrown braken just about marked out the shape of where a building might of once stood. text/html 2016-06-14T20:05:02+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:on_devotion?rev=1465934702&do=diff On Devotion One year after the Upheaval The girl sits on the floor of her room. She followed the description in the book precisely but all she seems to have achieved is turning the skin on her arm in to a bloody mess. She lets out a string of frustrated sobs and cries until her chest is wracked with pain. All she ever wanted was for him to notice her. text/html 2017-05-04T18:17:48+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:on_faith?rev=1493921868&do=diff On Faith “I met a god once,” declares Peggy, who is resting one arm against the rusted railing as the briney water laps at the edge of the docks. “Oh aye?” replies Jake, looking up from the unfortunate scaly creature he was till but a moment ago liberating from its internal organs. Some time in the distant past old Jake may have been a great beauty but years of hard work on the docks have weathered his once soft looks. He brushes away a once golden but now a dull sandy lock from where it hung… text/html 2016-02-04T19:35:28+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:on_the_greater_good?rev=1454614528&do=diff On the Greater Good Set during the debrief of Matters of Trade He had scrubbed every inch of his being. For a while he had thought he might never be clean again but after soaking in several bathtubs of rose water he was finally starting to feel like himself again. The far wall of the bathroom was adorned with a mural of the four Founders slaying a dragon. Woefully inaccurate, of course, the artist had decided to depict the Leader as a buxom woman for one thing, but he had a certain fondness f… text/html 2016-04-15T14:24:13+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:on_the_nature_of_love?rev=1460730253&do=diff On the Nature of Love Note: this is set just after Consult the Oracle. The idea served for part of the inspiration for what became Clockwork Memories `Love is a bizarre malady of the mind that causes anyone misfortunate enough to fall under its sway to behave irrationally, putting aside all sense of reason and self preservation. It is much like religion in these respects, except that whilst those under the sway of divine illusions believe themselves to be serving some more gradiose purpose, lo… text/html 2016-03-02T16:19:45+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:out_of_sorts?rev=1456935585&do=diff Out of Sorts Emily’s nose wrinkled as she stared at the invitation. For a confusing few moments she had wondered how on earth Armand had convinced Penelope to invite her to her wedding - or even why he would see fit to do such a thing. Then her eyes had reached the names, curled in smooth ink, plain as day. text/html 2016-02-22T09:18:14+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:playtime_is_over?rev=1456132694&do=diff Playtime is Over A proudly dressed family stood outside the house, a mother holding the hand of her young daughter with the small blonde girl dressed in a light blue dress. They’d been admiring the view when a man, dressed in a dark blue jacket approached them, tapping the mother on the shoulder and whispering something into her ear. text/html 2016-02-07T22:16:35+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:rain?rev=1454883395&do=diff Rain The bell toll echoed through the damp air, signalling the death of a noble. It wasn’t a large church. Arianna may have been from a family of wealth and fame but her life had been cut short of the chance to make connections and a difference. It was a church that knew her, though, and so the huddle of people moving into its four small white walls was not to be sniffed at. Her mother and father, of course, led the group followed closely by her three siblings. Wider family, and a few other n… text/html 2016-12-13T18:50:09+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:sexylamps?rev=1481655009&do=diff SexyLamps Warning: This filk contains copious amounts of Sigvald the Rampant. People with heart conditions are advised not to look directly at the Rampant. This also applies to people without heart conditions. He's very pretty. See? See how pretty he is? He's very pretty. I'd like to run my fingers through his hair, and I'm just an opening narration. Anyway, without further ado, enjoy your terrible filk. text/html 2016-02-02T15:58:04+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:she_was_there?rev=1454428684&do=diff She Was There (Minor) SPOILERS for Galavant 2.6 To the tune of He Was There Set before Matters of Trade May contain exaggerations of Simon's backstory Simon: I was a poor starving street urchin Only eating twice a week Getting tossed out of every building I go near Armand: text/html 2016-02-22T09:17:55+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:so_they_say_filk?rev=1456132675&do=diff So They Say Filk In the aftermath of An Ecumenical Matter... (to the tune of So They Say - Dr Horrible's Sing-Along Blog) (featuring Various Unnamed Acrynites, J. Hoskins, X. Sarmandastra, P. Cargan, A. Cargan, E. Anara, F. Graves, B. Banks) Acrynites: So they say that Cargan girl’s a priest of the Traitor text/html 2016-04-24T21:51:57+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:songs_from_valydd?rev=1461534717&do=diff Songs from Valydd Filks used in 'Direct Action'. Sung to the tune of ‘Sirens’ from Ulysses Dies at Dawn Lend your ears to sweetest music, Feel the world change before your eyes, Let each note flow through your spirit, Let the Song leave you mesmerised. text/html 2016-02-01T01:58:59+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:stakeout?rev=1454291939&do=diff Stakeout Beatrice sighed as her son struggled to escape her lap and attempted to placate him with a quiet song. He soon settled down and, mercifully, drifted off to sleep. She looked up and found her husband watching her with a dopey grin. “For Founder's sake, Marlo. Keep your eyes on the fu- text/html 2016-09-22T21:41:59+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:stupid_sexy_rampant?rev=1474580519&do=diff Stupid Sexy Rampant stupid_sexy_rampant fic text/html 2016-04-17T00:03:21+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:telling_the_truth?rev=1460851401&do=diff Telling the Truth (The letter Armand gave to Francesco during the lunch encounter of Faith Healing.) Francesco, Way back on the eve of our wedding night, when Andrea and I got spectacularly pissed and spilled a bunch of hideous personal secrets in lieu of a bachelor party, he told me that he’d never been coward enough to tell someone he loved them via letter when he could easily do so in person instead. text/html 2016-03-06T01:25:40+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:that_blasted_wayfinder?rev=1457227540&do=diff That Blasted Wayfinder To the tune of Seven Drunken Nights or, really, your favourite Irish Drinking Song When I went out adventuring as brave as brave could be I came across a treasure trove with gold piles high as me And so I tried to take it all, but then with pure disdain text/html 2016-01-26T03:13:03+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:the_apprentice?rev=1453777983&do=diff The Apprentice I draw in a breath for the first time. It's easy, which is a relief, I've never done this before, and it seems pretty important. Good start. I open my eyes. There's a man watching me, he's made of blue light or maybe fire, it's hard to tell. I think I like him, he seems text/html 2016-07-29T15:35:14+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:the_latest_fashion?rev=1469806514&do=diff the latest fashion the_latest_fashion fic text/html 2016-03-25T20:56:06+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:the_legend_of_the_beacon?rev=1458939366&do=diff The Legend of the Beacon There was a woman from a distant land, who was blessed with two wonderful children. A long time since they had set sail for new lands, but she had not heard from them. Fearing the worst, she made enquiries, and then journeys, and then long voyages, in search of their whereabouts. She learned much. The sailors told her they had boarded a vessel which had been shipwrecked on a faraway island. text/html 2017-05-04T18:19:13+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:the_rational_man?rev=1493921953&do=diff The Rational Man It has been 4 years, 4 months and 17 days since he began the first iteration of his journal. He hasn’t kept track of the precise number of hours, that would be bordering on the obsessive. This morning he turns to a fresh page in the lastest leatherbound volume. He dips his pen in the inkwell on his desk, ignoring the gentle snores of the wanted criminal sleeping on the sofa in his study- the place the man has been exiled to for the last two weeks. His pen hovers over the page.… text/html 2016-03-06T01:28:57+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:the_rooster_and_the_raven?rev=1457227737&do=diff The Rooster and the Raven To the tune of the Rains of Castamere And who are you, the Raven said, That I should heed your word Only a Rooster far from home A lonely little bird In a court of home, or a court far flung A leader still has flaws text/html 2016-12-09T20:10:37+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:thys_sceptred_isle?rev=1481314237&do=diff Thys Sceptred Isle Set during the aftermath of Dissonance. --- The air is brighter here than it was before they moved to the coast - fresh, and clear, and sharp with salt. The sea is wonderful, and Armand spends the whole morning gleefully flinging himself into rockpools. So far, he’s discovered the existence of hermit crabs, and of those coarse, green clumps of seaweed that look like ugly, bedraggled choker necklaces, and of the fact that you shouldn’t tread on hermit crabs unless you’re wea… text/html 2016-01-31T14:43:21+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:too_little_too_late?rev=1454251401&do=diff Too Little, Too Late Notes posted under Penelope’s door over the space of several days. (Set directly after Matters of Trade) - Penelope - do you actually plan on coming out of here at any point? - That’s a no, then. Tell me - how exactly is this helping? text/html 2016-07-27T23:58:32+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:unfettered?rev=1469663912&do=diff Unfettered His mother picked him up and hugged him close, before walking out onto the balcony and gesturing at the twisted centre of the city of Junnes. “Do you see that, my love. Do you see the Immaculate? Is it not wondrous?” Eyes fixed on the incomprehensible geometries beyond, the boy struggled against his mother's embrace and then, thwarted, began to howl his displeasure and fear to the neighbourhood. After a few seconds of enduring the din his mother lowered him back to the floor.… text/html 2016-02-15T16:33:37+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:wasting_paper?rev=1455554017&do=diff Wasting Paper (Set directly before Gaining Favour) Five years and one week since the Upheaval All things considered, this isn’t unexpected. It’s not like there’s anything else left to do. He’d pray, but if anything could be said to move the Warrior, he’s learning it isn’t prayer. At least, not prayer from Armand Cargan. He’d train, but that would mean leaving this room, which is, honestly, more than impossible, and also completely never going to happen in any way whatsoever. He’d rage a littl… text/html 2016-02-20T13:39:48+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:whats_this?rev=1455975588&do=diff What's This A filk of 'What's this' from The Nightmare Before Christmas What’s this? What’s this? There’s Traitors everywhere What’s this? I can’t help but despair What’s this? Oh Leader help me In this time of need When I don’t even have a payer What’s this? What’s this? What’s this? text/html 2017-03-31T18:10:18+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:who_id_be?rev=1490983818&do=diff Who I'd Be A filk of 'Who I'd Be' from Shrek the Musical: <https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C20CjvnrR-U>. LIONEL: I guess I’d be a hero. I know the way to do it; I’ve kinda half been through it, and it gets me every time. Of course I’d be a hero - it’s all about the story, And less about the glory - hey, so screw a life of crime: text/html 2016-01-31T13:32:02+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:worst_thing_ever?rev=1454247122&do=diff Maybe You're Not the Worst Thing Ever A filk of Maybe You're Not the Worst Thing Ever from Galavant. Armand: You’re brash and you’re annoying, I cringe with every word. Emily: Your obsession with your cousin Is really quite absurd. Both: But when I see you fighting In battle undeterred, text/html 2016-12-08T17:25:50+00:00 http://mementomundi.chaosdeathfish.com/resources:fic:youre_welcome?rev=1481217950&do=diff You're Welcome (Only very minor editing to the song “You're Welcome” from Disney's Moana. I considered doing this for the Lord of the Rock (coz The Rock) but the Thunderer clearly fits with almost no changes) I see what's happening here You're face to face with greatness, and it's strange