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A few of you have asked that I put these in order. So here is that post. I will set this so it stays at the top of the journal and update it as more stories are added. This should make it easier to keep up if you are reading along. You will notice some places where there are spaces in the list marked with "***". These signify that there is more to the story between those points that I have yet to write. the list will not be numbered as I would have to constantly renumber it. I will try to keep a list outside the cut of new titles for each month.


New for September
Some Men Never Want to Quit

( Snake and Brazen Post-Escape from LA )

Snake at seventy
No Regrets

Total Word Count: 48,841

Title August 7th
Prompt. 006. If it is the dirty element that gives pleasure to the act of lust,
then the dirtier it is, the more pleasurable it is bound to be.
~Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab trading card
Character. Snake Plissken, Evie and Bria
Warnings Mildly sexual
Your character's fandom. Misc. Movies
Word count. 1,164
Rating. PG-13
Disclaimer. Snake belongs to John Carpenter, Debra Hill, Paramount Pictures, Kurt Russell and Hurricane Comics. Just showing my love for their genius. (justlikedaddy/Bria is an original character and property of her creator)

( 8 Weeks Later )

Snake lowered the binoculars staring at the small black dots rolling across the field of white. Briefly he allowed his usual thought to drift in. How the hell did the Russians know where the road was under all of that snow? More immediate was the confirmation of his mission.

"They got one." Snake commented while turning back from his prone position to look at his team.

"Great." Bradley rolled his eyes expressing what they all were thinking. The Russians with a nuke wasn't a good sign even with the treaty in place. The fact it was there on that truck while the treaty was still in place was even more worrisome. Snake took a moment and observed the trucks again.

"Any ideas? Besides stealing the uranium out of that bad boy?" Snake was always lighthearted as possible until things got bad.

"Are they masked?" Taylor had slid up prone next to him.

Snake squinted into the binoculars trying to make out the faces. They seemed pale which meant no. "Don't look like it."

"We got that..."

"Back up gas drop." Snake finished Taylor's sentence patting him on the shoulder. "Good idea. Geisha, call our back up."

Snake sat back feeling better but he still kept looking at the trucks receding to smaller and smaller dots in the white. What if they went out once and failed? What if the Russians got away with that nuke? The what ifs ate at him until he felt sick with determination. Failure was not an option, not today, not ever.

"28:15 until drop." Sophia announced.

"Alright, mask up." Snake was already pulling his gas gear out. "We're going to have to stop that truck from wrecking when they're knocked off."

Plissken pulled his white and black camouflaged gas gear on. His mind was locked on. They were going in now. Right down this basin and up around the tree line. They'd have five minutes to spare before the gas load came in to take the Russians out. Plenty of time to make it work. Just as much to fuck it up too. The latter was not an option. Not today.


Words: 358

Snake stared down at the paper the shrink handed him. He just stared and didn’t really read any of it.

“I’m suggesting that you go to our anger management meetings. One is starting in ten minutes down in the conference room.”

Snake pressed his lips tightly together before crumpling the page into the smallest, most compact ball he could manage. Raising his arm he moved with cool precision to drop it into the garbage can beside him.

“This is not a request Snake.” She was determined.

All he did was sigh before getting up.

“The second door on your right. Good luck.”

Snake didn’t answer. He didn’t look back. He didn’t need anger management. These bastards just needed to be in his life for awhile to see how mean he needed to be to survive.

Plissken made his way to the plush conference room with a large oak table and high leather back chairs. There were people in all of them except one. It was down at the far end. Snake went to it but his eye was taking in everyone in the room. He hated them, all of them. Slowly he pulled the wheeled chair away from the table and into the corner. He put his back to the wall in a place where he could see everyone and the door. He wouldn’t sit anywhere else.

The door was closed and the droning started about how rage was wrong. The touchy, feely aspect turned his stomach almost as much as the reek of over perfumed men. It smelled like a whorehouse without the whores or the house. Plissken tapped his fingers on the arm of the chair while some fucker in a suit went on about how anger was wrong and he was a bad man for getting angry at some slow driver.

Snake laid his head back and tried to tune everything out. Boredom didn’t even cut an explanation of this place. He’d have more fun watching paint dry and at least it would be quiet. Snake let a breath out as someone else got up. He thought it was a woman but he couldn’t be sure. The only thing this was good for was sleeping. He did just that. Slowly drifting off and lulled by the drone of idiots who thought having balls was a bad thing. Why didn’t they just castrate them and get it over with. There would be less whining and he could be at home.

“You must be Mr. Plissken.”

Snake didn’t hear the doctor. He was fast asleep after a night of being up with the twins and a day of work.

“Mr. Plissken?”

Snake still didn’t respond though somewhere he was starting to realize that there was someone near by.

“Mr. Lylle will you please wake him.”

The touch of the person shaking his arm brought Plissken up like a grizzly. He grabbed the arm as he stood and threw the offender across the table. He was still sliding when the revolver was out. People screamed some of the patients dove under the table. Plissken was trying to get oriented. The screaming was pulling up memories while his mind tried to center on why he was in this room. Things cleared slowly and he looked around with an unfaltering cold gaze. He remembered this place. It was a place he didn’t want to be.

Snake took a few deep breaths before holstering the revolver. The rocking of his body was a nervous tick locked in with his PTSD. He was stressing and unhappy. Not much that shouldn’t be surprised when being woken from a death sleep brought on by idiots.

“Mr. Plissken!” The doctor had her composure before the others.

“Snake.” Plissken let the words slide out cool and syrupy. “Call me Snake.”

“Snake. What the hell was that... this?”

Plissken looked over the scared people just now thinking about coming up and getting back in their chairs. “He startled me.”

“Do you always do this when you’re startled?”

Plissken had lost interest. Why couldn’t they just let him go home?

“Plissken.”

“Hmm?” He finally made eye contact.

“This is normal?”

“You got my file.” Snake shrugged. “Don’t you know?”

“Why don’t you sit down and tell me?” She was trying to sweet talk him only. It pissed him off more.

“I’ll stand.”

“Alright, stand and tell me.” She leaned back getting cocky.

Bile was churning from the anger boiling up inside. Snake turned to face her. “Appears that way doesn’t it?”

She was cracking under his arrogance. Snake lost interest but the people who had slid their chairs down toward the far end of the room along the table amused him enough to smile.

“Is this funny to you?”

“No.” Snake responded once more turning his gaze to the doctor. “It’s a waste of my fucking time.”

“Why are you so angry?”

“I’m not.” Snake shifted again trying to get the fire back under control that was burning in his gut.

“Then what is it?” She copped and attitude in her chair. Everyone was looking at him.

He cocked his head and stepped up to the end of the table. “Since you can’t do your job and read your patient files guess I got to tell you?”

Snake paused pinning her with a gaze that let all the pressure and hate well up hot. “Four years combat behind enemy lines on assassination and rescue mission and 15 years of watching everyone I know murdered. Most of them in front of me including my fiancé and parents.”

Snake gave her a look of absolute disgust. “You’re all fucking whining assholes. Castrated little bastards that think being upset is wrong. Go fucking grow some balls and get a real reason to be pissed off.”

Plissken walked out. Anger management had accomplished one thing, pissing him off more. Some use this was. Waste of time. He really should have gone somewhere to watch the paint dry. At least he’d be rested and calm.


Words: 1,000

Describe your tattoos and/or scars. Talk about how you got them and their significance.

We'll skip the scars. Got too many of those and most of them don't matter much. Tattoos we can talk about.


( The Tattoos )

( Peach Cobbler Recipe )


Bria had insisted he go to bed when he got home from work. He'd argued with her but with a bit of seduction and tease she had him upstairs sleeping before that argument got too far. Truth was he needed the sleep with how much he was working lately at the shop.

Snake smelled it long before he was conscious. He knew the smell by heart. Nothing could be mistaken for the scent of peach cobbler baking. Plissken smiled in his sleep when he remembered his mom. There had been days, a lot of them, when he came home from school to a house filled with the smell of peach cobbler. Dad would get yelled at for picking the crust off while she cooked dinner. Later in his life he had received some of it for picking the peaches out of the hole his dad put in the crust.

He rarely had dreams like these where it wasn't war or death. For the first time in weeks he opened his eye without the telltale scream of terror that his family had become accustom to over time. Plissken stretched in bed groaning from both the scent of food and having rested well. Slowly he sat up and grinned while pushing his hair back out of his face. There was a good chance no one would know he was awake. Something about that dream, perhaps remembering the man he used to be, had brought his more mischievous streak to the surface. He had a target too. The one who had sent him to bed so he wouldn't know she was making cobbler.

Plissken stood soundlessly. He didn't put on his shoes knowing barefoot would make this easier. Down the hall he went careful to avoid every creaking floor board. The stairs were more of a challenge but even those he bypassed. Everyone was out in the living room except Bria. It was perfect. Like a cat he started sneaking through the dining room. He could see her and the cobbler on the counter. The scent was unbearable by now. He pressed on his stomach hoping to avoid it growling. He got all the way to the doorway without anyone seeing him. She turned her back and that's when he stepped into the kitchen. Once he confirmed her hands were empty he moved swiftly to tickle her before she noticed he was there.





Words: 399

4. Attack life, it's going to kill you anyway. -- Steven Coallier




"Mr. Plissken.."

"Snake." He eyed the man across from him and scowled. They said he would have a female shrink but apparently she had something else to do today.

"Right Snake. It's hard to get past the formality." The doctor seemed ill at ease with Snake's detached manners. "Are you afraid to die?"

"No." Snake didn't even look at the man across from him. His eye was focused on the cuckoo clock.

"Why not?"

Snake shrugged still waiting on the bird or whatever was carved up there to pop out. "We all die sometime."

"That seems a bit pessimistic." The doctor was scribbling as he spoke.

"Realism. Got to be realistic." Snake was finally paying attention even if the door on the clock remained closed.

"Are you always realistic?"

"Yes." Snake lost interest and went back to watching the little door.

Silence past. For a long while Plissken kept watch on the door. Eventually, the quiet was unnerving. Snake turned his attention back to the doctor from his vigil on the cuckoo clock.

"Now that I have your attention." The doctor was reading something and Snake got ready for the usual tirade on his crimes and military history. It never came. "You wrote in the self evaluation that your motto is: "If I have to live as an animal then let it be as a lion." What does it mean?"

Snake felt like kicking him in the head. The phrase was pretty self explanatory, especially for a shrink. Plissken went right back to ignoring the guy across from him.

"When did the war end?"

The question drew Plissken's attention back. "It hasn't."

"You are still in the military?"

Snake snorted out a cynical laugh. "Didn't read did you?"

The doctor started shuffling through the papers and Snake stood.

"Where are you going?"

"We're done." Snake walked out after only ten or 15 minutes. Therapy certainly wasn't his strong suit. He had better things to do then do the doctor's job for him.


Words: 343

2. "The most powerful symptom of love is a tenderness which becomes at times almost insupportable." - Victor Hugo

Snake was starting to live a duel life. Outside his home he was getting darker, colder and more aggressive. At home though he was becoming more gentle than he had ever been. Most of the time he was awake and at his house was spent with his children and Bria. It wasn't uncommon to find him with the twins, Ma