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Hey, everyone, I am making the animation. It's going pretty well. Since Imgur only allows 1 minute clips, I was planning on using Streamable, which allows 10 minutes.

Problem? It would only be available for 2 days. So, instead, I could perhaps use YouTube. Now, as stated before, I will not share it. It'll be an unlisted video, and only the people with the link can see it.

While you wait, uhh, have this horrible, not even edited, very, VERY first rough draft of my transformers fanfiction. This is all from my mind, it's the basic outline, it is NOT a story yet. Also it's in the middle of it, it's just a sneak peek idk.

Sitting in the middle of a forest, where the sky is darkened to a purple shadow, gloomy and starless, and the moon is glowing clearly, there's not much to do anyways. While there is the choice to get up, reflect and become the said better bot, that was easier said than done. Clearly someone needed to change the rules here. Within the enclosed walls of his sorrow, he couldn't think of any possible way to change. For once in his life, Blueblade could not find any bright side here. Alone, lost, injured? Is that even possible, for such unluckiness, like I'm just one of those Vehicons, forgotten like the rest? But perhaps he shouldn't dwell on it. He shouldn't be dramatic, nor panicked. It'll all be fixed, probably. And with the benefit of the doubt, burying away the fear like a grave, he tried to relax.

But with the minutes passing by like a slowed stream, with no sign, as if the whole world was still and silent, one would find it hard to relax. Closing his eye, he could feel the ocean of tiredness drown him. Unable to fight it, he let it drift him to sleep. Leaning against a boulder, speckled with snowflakes, opening his one eye, he saw the sun begin to rise up. Beneath the dawn of light, and the shrill wind passing through him, fresh with memories of the crisp winter, he looked around. They haven't come yet, they haven't noticed my signal, they aren't responding to my comms. Feeling his spark slowly rise in rhythm, he looked up at the sky, with the light orange palette of sunrise, and the pink layer of clouds

Yeah, that's it, idk why I'm sharing this.. oh god I'm gonna regret this.