author's note: okay, i know it's heinous of me not to update, but it's so hard to write. i just can't seem to muster the will to work on anything really. hope this could placate any of my readers (that're left, anyway). tried out for the fifty snippets thing. random words are fun!

1. Wrapped-

It was funny how everyone just sort of assumed it was Beast Boy wrapped around Raven's little finger- it fell in neatly with the rest of the categorization that society was so bent on caging around people. After all, a half demon must trump an insignificant little were-ling after all. A demon up against a beast? No contest in such a score.

But then again, it was Beast Boy who teased Raven out of her room against her will and ensnared her in the mesh of life and living.

2. Indulge-

Machines can't sin- it's a simple matter since they don't have souls. So Cyborg sins on a daily basis, kind of like he's checking in with God, you know. I'm still down here, a gluttonous wretch. Haven't forgot me now, right?

3. Siblings-

Soul mates. Soul siblings. Beast Boy never really got the difference until he met Terra and compared her to Raven. After that, the matter was settled. With Terra, he wasn't alone, but with Raven, he was complete.

4. Tofu-

There was a reason for his obsession with the soy product. One very simple reason- it was flavorless. Having no flavor, it simply couldn't overwhelm his sensitive palette.

5. Bald-

He wasn't going to lose his hair anytime soon. She knew it with a surety that didn't come from precognition but from knowing him- if he wasn't under stress for an extended duration it wouldn't play up his biology any.

But if he kept stuttering like that before her glower he very well might she thought smugly as he attempted to confess his secret feelings for her.

6. Hard-

Beast Boy?

Yeah?

Why do you have a hard hat?

No reason. Why?

7. Shuriken-

They were an upgrade. They were compact, dealt more damage, but still caught the eye distractingly. But as he packed the last of his bird-a-rangs away, he couldn't help but feel that he was losing a part of himself that he wanted desperately to hold onto.

8. Star-

She couldn't help that she was staring at them. Robin had given her the book Stargirl (1) of all things. She had been a bit hesitant to read it but did. By the end of it, she was staring at them, Starfire and Beast Boy that is.

And as she stared after them, she couldn't help but wonder if Robin was trying to warn her about something.

9. Hollow-

Meditation. She was so reluctant, so hesitant in her exercises these days that it was a miracle the Tower was still standing after all this time. But the point of her meditation was to empty herself of, well, herself.

But he kept pouring himself into her and she couldn't find it within her to push him out.

10. Weird-

She was weird, eerie, and, of course, creepy. He sighed as he finally resigned himself to it. He was hopelessly, undeniably an aficionado of weird, strange and beyond.

He wondered if being deliriously giddy about the prospect was a sign of the crazies coming on. The tin-man and bird-boy would probably have him committed if they ever learned of this.

11. Difficulty-

Everything was so delicate now, from handling the silverware to holding a test tube. Circuit building was a nightmare and don't even get him started on his baby. The only thing that came easy for him now was when he was having it out with Mammoth or Starfire in a training session.

But having that all said and done, he was still smiling at the end of it as he surreptitiously watched Raven and Beast Boy bicker fondly and then almost gags at Robin and Starfire cuddling.

12. Friendship-

It was much more difficult to make friends when one is, well, eccentric. The complexion thing was rather daunting and the awe was not unlike a suffocating aura that seeped from the pores of the skin. Finding an ordinary companion to escape from it all was next to impossible with that wretched, towering keep of otherness that kept all comers at bay- and with none of Rapunzel's golden tresses to pull them up.

Luckily enough, most eccentrics were rather fond of being un-eccentric every now and then.

13. Sampling-

She didn't have much in the way of opportunity when it came to exploring cultures. She had always been an avid student when it came to history; her own world's tale had fascinated her though the violence was rather disturbing. Then she had been left to the tender mercies of the Citadel.

That had been a bit of a turn off.

Then she found Earth with all of its inhabitants and cultures, rich with flavors and facets that dazzled her eyes. While her world's culture had fully developed into one, Earth's was still trying to find a unifying identity and that made it so special and she felt honored to be able to be there.

And she couldn't help being just a little disappointed to find her friends so hesitant when it came to cultural exchange.

14. Sarcasm-

It used to be that it would fly over his head. It used to be him that he was the most sincere, the most committed to any one thing he would undertake. But then it started flying out of his mouth and he was just so tired of the cards fate kept dealing. He gave up.

He gave in to the world.

15. Illiterate-

She feels like she's fighting an uphill battle, tackling insurmountable odds, and, considering who she was trying to tutor, outfitted in outdated equipment. Then she learns how his parents, people of science the both of them, died and how his foster parents (people of aristocracy), more or less, abandoned him and she found that she didn't really have much of anything approaching a chance to begin with. Understandably, he'd have a certain aversion towards anything relating to the sciences. This wasn't mentioning the fact that he had a rather severe case of attention deficit disorder to begin with.

But come roaring fire or high tide, she was going to teach him one way or the other. Because- the gods be damned- if he refuses to give up on her than she sure as hell wasn't going to give up on him.

16. Gossip-

Social interaction. It was a thing of politics and social graces. To glean information from peers without betraying friends. To give nothing away and take away plenty. It was one of the highest forms of social combat and a princess of Tamaran would be no slouch in the matter.

She shifted awkwardly as Raven gaped at her, floored.

17. Fame-

They were famous. He was so used to being nefarious that it came as quite a shock to him. Being the only white kid in a populace predominantly of a darker persuasion, in their homeland of all places, didn't really endear him to many. Not to mention the village shaman being on his case. Then to be kidnapped by a pair of thieves, then left under the supervision of a man out for his blood and finally rolling around with outcasts.

Yep, fame was rather unnatural. Infamy, not so much.

18. Double-

It was green but it was him. He stares at the deep verdant pigment, gazing at the flawless membrane that hid rippling musculature. That could've been him. That should've been him. Well, without the green but the fact of the matter was that it should have been.

But now, he drinks the sight of his green friend in and the jade eyes gaze back into his red and grey stare with apprehension.

20. Conservation-

Okay, so he was heartless and ate animals with not a hint of remorse. But he saved the planet in other ways! And not in the more obvious venue of being a superhero either. His little buddy fails to appreciate the fact that all of his tech was close to having zero emissions. Global warming would not be contributed to via super-heroics.

21. Compliment-

Robin gazed at the slight shape-shifter intently. Beast Boy's body was taut, anxious and desperate to squirm, wiggle, anything to escape that stare. Robin had few praises thrown his way, but he remembered his parents' excited accolades at any given achievement. But Beast Boy was so young; can he even remember that far back?

"Beast Boy," began the changeling's leader, "you know you did great, right?"

22. Fortune-

Raven hated having her fortune told; it felt a little too close to having a destiny again. But when the impish were-ling shoved the fortune cookie into her hands and pestered her to open and read it, she supposed she could give it a chance.

Especially if all of them said "You have a green admirer hanging around you".

23. Liberal-

He was a conservative. BB was a liberal. When it came to leadership venues, they were about as far apart on the spectrum as anyone can get.

Still, they sort of shared platforms- Beast Boy didn't agree with everything liberals went for and Robin didn't 'jive' with everything a conservative was about. Unfortunately, they still disagreed since the only things that they disagreed with their own parties about, the other agreed with.

24. Jelly-

Jell-o. She hated jell-o with a passion. She also hated jelly. She wasn't sure what she hated more now either. She definitely hated the fact that that imp could turn her knees into either.

And as she leaned against the wall, as her knees insisted upon remaining infirm, Raven glared at the back of the green haired bastard smugly sauntering away.

How did he do that with his tail anyway?

25. Hurting-

It didn't hurt. That was all that ran through his head as he stared at the missing limb that was his left forearm. The mangled metal at his elbow was an intriguing sight- hideous and glorious at once.

It didn't hurt, and that was what hurt the most.

26. Cancer-

He would never be at risk for cancer. Having conscious control of every cell in his body, he just couldn't.

He smiled with a touch of wistfulness at the conclusion. Some would think that'd be good news.

27. Rich-

He had a wealth of it. Or perhaps it was that he clung to it, tight fisted with a stubborn refusal to let go. Robin had said she'd had so much of it. She knew the truth though. She didn't even hold up a candle against the supernova of hope that dwelt in their green teammate's proudly beating heart.

28. Tree-

Bruce sometimes stared at the names in the bat family and just sort of loses himself in the names there found. It was growing and he couldn't help but think, sometimes, that he'd made a mistake somewhere along the line. His eyes would then flicker to Dick Grayson and he would remember the Titans. No, no mistake at all.

29. Cat-

You interrupted my date with Star for this?

But it's really important! C'mon, my witch persona isn't complete until I have a familiar, and a black cat is awesome! Not to mention its connotations go perfectly with my name!

No more pets! We already have Silkie; we're not getting a cat! Ask Raven to get Beast Boy to do it, but other than that, you're out of luck.

Why would I ask Raven if I wanted Beast Boy to do something?

A pause. Then-

Gizmo owes me fifty.

30. Conspicuous-

They thought they had been rather obvious about it and they couldn't bear the thought of there being another Robin and Starfire thing on the team, so they tried to be subtle about it. But they kept on thinking to themselves that they were too obvious. Mustn't pay that kind of attention to him/her, it'll give me away, they thought.

Unfortunately, they forgot that they lived with a detective, an emotionally in tune alien princess, and a bionic teen that was very capable of scrutinizing rather insignificant variables (like say, I dunno, hormones?).

31. River-

Deep. The currents, swift. The surface, smooth. Underneath it- a maelstrom.

Cyborg was a lake, cool and placid. He was supportive and giving, reflecting the needs of the winds that teased past him.

Star was a hot spring, a warm bath that purifies those in her presence.

Robin was a brook, fast and choppy.

Beast Boy was definitely a river. A swift, deceptively smooth maelstrom. And Raven really could not help being swept up in his currents.

32. Suffering-

Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, and hate will lead to suffering.

I'm not afraid of you- you're just annoying.

Truly? Search your feelings young one,-

Young one? You're younger than I am.

You will find that your annoyance is just another face for your fear.

And what do I have to fear from you? Your jokes?

No, what I am offering is what you fear. Deny it not, youngling.

It's been two hours since she had that conversation with the imp. She still hasn't stopped thinking about it.

33. Easy-

Was he just simple? No, his thoughts and dreams gave no evidence to it. He wasn't simple, he simplified. But it was too abstract, too, too much? No, too little perhaps?

She used to be so eloquent but he just blows that sky high without a care in the world. How does one go about describing the indescribable?

He was fast, quick in his calculations, and utterly certain, set. He didn't doubt on the surface, but underneath, hidden away from everyone else. He moved, and people followed, subtly- not like Robin who leads absolutely, he nudges people into place, slowly and steadily.

He was deliberate, like water, flowing. Fluid.

She'd quenched herself of loneliness with his company but now she thirsts for him.

She still hasn't decided on whether it was a good thing or not.

34. Jangle-

He was getting restless again, fiddling with the keys. They rattled, clinking and clanking. She watched him, hawk-eyed, as he ran diagnostics for her tower.

Klink, clank; jingle, jangle.

Her eyebrows were twitching, her fingers itched for a stinger, and her breathing was becoming erratic. She had to deal with both Speedy and Aqualad being at each other's throats without so much as mussing her afro/buns but he, just being there, was sending her up the wall.

35. Grow-

Star was in an uproar, panicking. Robin was busy trying to placate the implacable alien princess. Raven was staring at the tumble of silk, warily poking at it and wondering if this was how a certain changeling felt about everything he encountered. Beast Boy's attention was split between watching the dully pigmented girl staring at the cocoon and the cocoon itself, bemused by the curiosity in the girl and the biology of the larva. Cyborg was fascinated at the turn of events.

Two nights later, the cocoon ripped and out crawled Silkie, with incongruously small wings sprouting out her back. Star was cooing at the mothlette, calling her precious. Robin was in between relieved and jealous fury. Raven strangled the compulsion to poke and prod. Beast Boy laughed silently at Raven's attempt at keeping decorum. Cyborg, well, he desperately wanted to run tests.

36. Keep-

He hated that rook. He hated the bit of hesitation in every one of her strategies. She liked to throw her queen out but when she loses it, she can't seem to go on the offensive.

But what he really hated was that rook. That little bit of safety that she'd always keep by her side, no matter what.

He scowled, fangs bared, as it once again kept him away from her king. From her.

He really hated that rook.

37. Dark-

The black of night was a blanket, a comforter that shielded the innocent. She had that blanket and he wanted it.

It's funny because she wanted him for the same thing.

38. Light-

Her light burned with a fervor beyond trifling words like holy or damning. When her light blazed forth against the demon that had the audacity to name himself her father, he could've sworn that even the heavenly bodies took a step back in awe. He knows he did and beast in him mused on the thought of submitting for all of a second.

39. Butler-

Bruce had been an inspiration to him, a god even. He'd always aspired to be like his mentor. Even when they had parted and his mentor was found out to be not as perfect as he'd once dreamed, Bruce still inspired awe and a sense of perfection for him.

But it was in Alfred that he found a father figure again. Quiet strength and serenity surrounded the aged man.

40. Holder-

She liked to think that she held the reigns in their quirky little courtship, just like she liked to think that she held the reigns to her emotions.

Neither of her preferences held all that much truth.

41. Apology-

Robin, boy wonder, stared at the door before him. He was out of options; this was the only way he could think of to save his relationship with the red headed princess. He'd finally figured out the fact that he screwed up royally and that he needed professional help.

Still, it irked him to no end that he had to ask Beast Boy of all people for advice on going about apologizing. But the imp did get himself out of a lot of scrapes and with one of the most implacable of people.

42. Association-

She had made it quite clear that she didn't want any sort of association with the changeling. Truth of the matter was that it should have been the other way around and since the little smartass liked to throw convention to the curb, she had to try and maintain the principles of life while failing miserably. In the end, she would take him because she was a selfish creature.

43. Contravention-

It wasn't wrong, per se, he mused to himself, dodging bladed projectiles and focused bursts of energy. It was a, a game. Up, need to dodge that furry swipe- ooh, incoming metal fist. It was fun and it did pass the time away. His opponents won't admit it, but he knew they had as much fun as he did. Flying debris? Oh, how unoriginal. He'd thought they'd come up with something new by now.

He slipped and slid, ducked and tucked, dipped and dove- and time, time passed on and he had the most fun in his life- that is until next time.

Sitting on the bench to his cell, he figured- so they had come up with a few new combinations and finally caught him. He grinned. This just meant that when he got out, Red X was going to have to devise some new strategies for the wily Titans. His anticipation mounted and he laughed, madly pleased at the prospect.

44. Rust-

His skills were deteriorating. Children, who would've thought it'd be his downfall? But the care of a child took precedence to everything else, to every vow he'd ever taken.

His fingers caressed the blue emblem of his uniform one last time before he closed the case for it. Never again.

45. Component-

There were no components among the Titans. They were Titans, together they were something more than just the sum of their abilities. Together they were a singularity, they had synergy, a power beyond the mere conventions of what and who they were. A force that could not be computed, calculated, or measured in any way or form.

46. Aggressiveness-

In her was the unbridled power of demons, a terrible force that the earth had not seen for eons. In him was all the ferocity of the wild, instinct given thought and word.

When Robin thinks about them in that context, he worries. A little. A lot.

47. Eroding-

He woke up, panting with exertion. The pull was growing stronger.

The wind rustled through its mane, turning its face against stream of air. The pack was around him, it could scent them on the wind. Its eyes caught the silver lantern in the sky.

Every day he woke, a little more shaken than the night before.

The silvery orb was full tonight; its influence throbbed through the air. The softly glowing sphere prickled at its senses, exciting it. It howled rejoicing at the fact that it could before it raced forward with abandon.

And every night before he turned in, he prayed that he'd wake up as him and not it.

48. Whatchamacallit-

It's a whatchamacallit.

What?

No, a whatchamacallit.

But what is it, Beast Boy?

It's a whatchamacallit.

But that doesn't tell me anything.

Of course it does Robin, it tells you that I don't have a better understanding of it than you do.

It was on days like this that Robin wonders why he keeps going.

49. Uniform-

They would never have a uniform. Their tastes, for one thing, were too different and they'd never agree on anything. Then there was the fact that their current articles were wound rather tightly about their pasts.

Besides that, it was just about impossible for them to find a color that would go with everyone without using black and Star refused to wear such a color. Ever.

50. Exaltation-

It still freaked them out to find them. The random shrines that popped up, praising them. It got a little too close to being treated like gods. People sometimes came up to them, asking them to bless their newborn.

And of all of them, it was surprisingly Beast Boy that was freaked out the most from it.

He just couldn't wrap his mind around it. He could turn into animals, talk to them even, and understand them. But that didn't justify such adulation, such devotion. Why hadn't the Doom Patrol received such praise? Why was he the one to get it all? What genetic quirk had given him such reprieve? Was it the Titans, was it even him at all?

author's endnote: hope it was up to par.