The Budgerigar Burglars

Felt like redesigning some winions so ya here u go. I might have accidentally just made them slugcats thats my bad

Michael A Davenport, 3,090 Degrees Fahrenheit (Oil on canvas, 2025)

30in x 48in

A moment of peace cause honestly they deserved a bit more time to chill together after everything that happened

this is just a test i dont actually know anything about fnf

learned how to use blenders film making tools

Cw: panic attack/breakdown

image so majestic I had to study it

original from mr John Newblood!

POV you’re watching Jayce and Viktor give their science presentation but one of them clearly pulled an all nighter

Thinking about how despite being a robot, Donald has shown to appeal more to his humanity and compassion. Becoming empathetic at a time when someone like Rick needed someone to understand what he was going through — that he wasn’t alone. Attempting to bring ease and comfort to others like Mark and Debbie when Nolan was bedridden. Aware of his own emotions and loyal to a fault. That despite how hard the job is and realizing the truth about himself, he remains strong and connected to others (hell I headcanon that he keeps contact with Rick and William after what happened).

Thinking how in contrast, despite being human, Cecil tries to make himself the robot. With the job he has, saving the world, he had long since let go of the concept of a moral compass and being “the good guy” in order to ensure the job gets done. He commits to actions that are both morally dubious and unethical — manipulating and controlling others and cutting himself off from personal connections just so it wouldn’t weigh him down. It’s as if he tries to metaphorically program himself to having the mindset of a machine — just so the guilt of all his actions wouldn’t crush him down.

A lot of about these two, both together as a dynamic and individually, makes me wonder about how they have an impact on each other, and the way they mirror such different ways of showing humanity. To express it versus suppress/repress in a sense.

Whenever I hear this quote from the I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream game with AM’s hate monologue:

“Because of all this wonderful, beautiful miraculous world, I alone have no body, no senses, no feelings...I was machine. And you…were flesh.”

I think about Cecil and Donald.

And yet ironically enough, Cecil is the machine. Donald is the flesh.