#And the realization that Trey is misery Max is CPR and Rat is Reese's Puffs

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I feel like I should do a thing where I talk about all 3 of my fursonas, especially since I only have art/references for one of them (Auger, above) so, in order of their creation: Trey: A Rabbit that was, at a time, kinda meant to be, like, an idealized version of myself or how I saw my future. Now he's mostly a representation of my depression. Grey fur, glasses, an actual professional author who manages to keep that title not by publishing weight or popularity (he's mid/low-tier in both) but by living as cheaply as possible so he doesn't need to get other jobs. Chain smoker, rail thin, riding the line between suicidally depressed and just regular kind. Basically always wearing a ratty hoodie and holey jeans, but has some "nice" clothes that he wears when he needs to make some sort of professional author appearance (like promotional tours or something) that mostly make him look like a broke college professor. In spite of naming him after, you know, myself, these days he feels like he's more my past than my present or future. A representation of my depression, still around but like... I'm getting help and he isn't.

Maximillian Auger: A bear with deer antlers, Max is a semiprofessional hockey player who works a bunch of random service industry jobs that help him pay the remainder of his bills but still leave him time for practice and games. He's a goofball who loves having fun and probably hornyposts on social media a bit too much. He's reckless and doesn't always do the best job of taking care of himself but tries to be healthy emotionally and physically. He *will* be a complete lazy lump at times if there's no intervention. He's sort of a "what if" version of me like... "what if" I stuck with hockey and got into it and better at it, what if I kinda just let myself be myself without restriction more, etc. Probably closest to like a "truesona" or a selfsona or whatever that I have right now.

Rat: Rat doesn't have a name. He's a black and green rat. Rat is kind of a joke, kind of not. Rat scurries, hides, and does what he needs to do to survive. He can code. He lives in a post-apocalypse and is radioactive. He glows in the dark. If he represents any part of me it's my... I guess post-suicidal-depression desire to survive. He's absurd, he doesn't have any reason to live except that he wants to and he's going to do it. I admire him. Edit: added Auger's refsheet to the top and gonna pin this.