#minimegsweek2026

[mordenandmerry]

Happy minimegs week everyone

Stupid old nerdy robots

[rabzminz]

DAY 5 OF MINIMEGS WEEK HERE WE GOOO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE IN THE DAY!! Today's prompt is Inspire!

[pufocina]

Minimegs bullshit

I tried writing the extended version of the poem, but limericks are really not my style and I'm not used to writing straight up freaky stuff, so I only got 4 verses that actually match lol 😭

Anyway, I made this because I really want to celebrate Minimegs week, but idk if I'll have time to make stuff for the actual prompts, so this is supposed to be for the whole week💔. I will try to make some actual drawings, no promises tho.

Also I might FINALLY finish adapting a minimegs poem I wrote months ago, the original is already up on ao3, but it's in my native language and the English version sounds absolutely crappy so that's why I haven't posted it yet.

[milkcartondoodle]

Minimegs Week!!! Day 2: Grief @weekofminimegs

He thought it'd be hard to watch himself die.

Minimus watches alone through the little window as Ultra Magnus is destroyed. The fire takes small extremities first. The fingers, the finials, the details. The face. All of it becoming soft and disappearing.

An apt metaphor. Maybe he should write a poem about it.

It'd taken years to phase the name, the title, out of his life and others. Ultra Magnus' place in the world had been made in war, and disappeared with it. Minimus accepted that as he wore the armor less and less. The face slowly faded from the world as reconstruction continued.

It felt disrespectful to let the name and mech fade simply because Minimus no longer fit the role, though. Earlier that day Minimus held a funeral for the original Ultra Magnus. A mech who'd been denied the service all for the sake of an idea. It was rather small, not many people were left who knew him. Minimus didn't even know him. In the early days taking on the job he'd wondered how his predecessors had felt, how the original Ultra Magnus had managed to be such a paragon of law. He'd dedicated himself to be like him.

Now all that was left was the armor and Minimus. And he'd made a promise.

The larger pieces are starting to soften now. Warping, puddling and then disintegrating with the rest.

It's not hard because he's not watching himself die. Ultra Magnus, the mech and the title, has long been laid to rest. The hard part is that the mech somewhat responsible for his past, and who he has to thank for his present, is gone.

It's hard because Megatron isn't here.

…

You Would be Happy to Know

Entry 32:

A malleable form without place

Is presented an empty space

It slips into shape

Is taken far from itself

But caring hands pull it out

Past its moored walls

To a love long forged

Carefully the mold is shed

It becomes soft and disappears

Under flames of new life

And a promise long kept

...

I like to think after Lost Light and promising to destroy the armor it still took some time to completely let go of it. And also that Minimus writes poems like letters to Megatron </3

[decepticunt-army]

OMG I COMPLETELY FORGOT IT WAS MINIMEGS WEEK!

I made a quick painting for today (prompt: grief) but I’ll definitely spend more time on the rest of the days!

[bangsty]

DONT FORGET GANG MINIMEGS WEEK STARTS TOMORROW!!! Check it out at @/weekofminimegs if you are interested in joining! Previous years have not been very fruitful so let’s make this one a great one!

[disarraygay]

Minimegs Week Day 7 (Devotion)

@weekofminimegs

As per the tags here and on ao3, CW for explicit-ness

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[sassycandypoetry]

Day Six of my MiniMegsWeek2026 Series is Up

TW for Valveplug

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