#Maisie Bio

[maisie-morris]

Maisie Morris: Biography

Maisie was born on May 4th 2001 in New Bellevoux to Brad Morris and Elizabeth Johnson. Baby Maisie hadn't been in this world very long before her mother walked out on her dad. Maisie went from a baby who only for forms of communication to screaming her head off. It was as though she was grieving her moms absence.

On her fourth Birthday she had a star wars themed party as an ode to the famous franchise. As an adult she doesn't mind the puns or jokes that might come her way due to what day she was born on.

For Mothers day her Kindergarten teacher had the students make cards. It did make Maisie said she was missing that aspect in her life, however Maisie decided to turn it into a positive day and celebrate the women who were in her life. She was very excited to give her grandmother and aunt a card. From that year on the tradition continued.

She was a smart kid and quickly picked up on the fact her father was younger than her classmates parents. Maisie was proud to see how hard her dad was working to accomplish his dreams on becoming doctor. Also seeing how much stress he was under she made sure she was always on her best behavior.

Little Maisie enjoyed going to her grandfathers practice. There she got to experience what her grandpa did for a living and what her father was also inspiring to be. When she would get home from her visits you could find her playing doctor with her very own practice.

In school Maisie would always look forward to art class. She loved painting. For Christmas she asked Santa for a painting set and was over the moon when she saw it under the tree Christmas morning. To this day Maisie loves drawing and painting.

Maisie tends to put others before herself especially the loved ones in her life. One school day Maisie wasn't feeling well and kept it to herself. Her dad had an important exam and she did not want him to miss it because of her. After all the things her dad had done for her she could sit in her classroom for a little bit longer. As the school day went on Maisie's stomach bug continued to get worse and ended up getting sick on her teachers shoes.

Was conflicted in what career path she wanted to pursue. On one hand she loved art, but on the other she wanted to help people for a living. In the end she didn't want to be the Morris who didn't go to medical school.

The summer of her freshman year of college Maisie was making her grandmother a scrap book for her birthday. While looking through old pictures she had found one of her mother. Quickly noticing how much she resembled the stranger in the photo she stopped what she was doing and went straight to the store for some hair dye. Since then she has been dying her hair a deep red.

Currently she's a medical student trying to juggle school, family and her personal life.

[spookyspaghettisundae]

Too Afraid to Protest

With a twist of the keys, the lock clicked into place.

Evening’s growing dark turned the window panes of the store’s front door into reflective surfaces. Maisie Williamson, owner of Amazing Maisie’s Beauty Salon, lost herself in the mirror image of her store.

It looked great. She looked great, too. Felt a way to match.

It had been a good day.

Little did she know what awaited her that eve.

She flipped the sign on the storefront windows.

WE’RE CLOSED.

Maisie’s feet were killing her, despite her feel-good comfortable sneakers. A short night’s rest and a long day had been making her eyelids as heavy as lead for the past hours since noon. Oh, how she yearned for a hot bath and her cozy bed.

The tips they had earned all day made up for the toils. The words of encouragement, the good news she had heard for herself and others… it had just been a great day all around.

She shuffled about her empty store, ensuring everything was in its proper place. Words from conversations and compliments still echoed in her mind.

With a smile on her lips, she wrapped up her last chores, locked up all cash in the safe, and finally slipped on her winter jacket.

In the back office, where she paused, her hand hovered over a pack of cigarettes on her desk. Habit made this motion natural, but she resisted the temptation.

Maise had been keeping that unopened pack around to keep resisting that temptation. It had been working out well enough.

Instead, she grabbed her pack of spearmint chewing gum, and popped a stick into her mouth, before rolling up the wrapper between her fingers.

The smile on her lips still, she shuffled on out to the back of her store, shutting off all lights along the way, until the entire salon had gone dark.

Time to go home.

Just as she reached the salon’s backdoor, she froze. The balled-up wrapper from her chewing gum reminded her—she needed to take out the trash, as Lily had probably forgotten to do that.

Again.

With a sigh, she turned around and to the other door nearby.

The door to the basement.

Its brass knob was cold to the touch.

It was always cold down there.

The brass knob squeaked. The old door creaked. She descended into darkness.

The fluorescent tubes downstairs flickered to life, with significant delay after flicking the light switch, while she thumped down every wooden step, with a cheery rhythmic bounce to it all.

Maisie was eager to go home. That the previous tenants of the building had believed it was haunted, well, that was the farthest thing away from her mind in that moment.

She was in such a good mood, she didn’t even harbor any resentment for Lily forgetting to take out the trash. Maisie snatched up the tied-up two plastic bags and swiveled, ready to leave with the same fluid motions that had taken her down into this cold, cold basement.

Those movements ceased. All happy thoughts of that bath and warm bed vanished in the blink of an eye.

Her heart skipped a beat.

A wave of alien warmth washed over her. As that surge of sudden warmth clashed with the cold of this basement underneath some Seattle city building, the colliding temperatures flushed her body with uncomfortable heat.

Yet Maisie froze.

Her lips stopped smacking from chewing gum. This time, she was frozen in shock. From a mouth agape, the wad of chewing gum fell onto cold, concrete floor.

A shimmering orb of brilliant light had appeared in the middle of her salon’s basement.

Hovering inches off the ground, it was made of pure light. Like she was looking into the shattered splinters of the sun. Floating triangles, refracting the light, circled in the clustered shape of a large sphere.

And the strange phenomenon, it… chimed. A beauteous melody, accompanied by a steady hum that thrummed all the way down to Maisie’s marrow—the sphere chimed. A mystical music emanated from the sphere, as breathtaking and serene as the apparition itself.

Maisie stared into the light of this… Anomaly.

It flashed brighter yet as a man’s silhouette appeared. He stumbled into the basement from the sphere’s blinding light. An unfamiliar shape that defied instant recognition, as she would only register later on what she was looking at.

He wore armor. Ancient armor, with shoulders shielded by metal pauldrons, and a breastplate articulated in rings to guard the man’s chest and belly, all the way down to feet clad in strapped sandals.

From head to toe, he was covered in blood. His eyes bulged, wide with terror. And a seething rage curled his lips.

When he lunged at Maisie, she screamed at the top of her lungs.

Her scream did nothing to stop the man. The trash bags dropped from her hands and she flailed helplessly against his iron grip. The man in ancient armor, covered in blood, wrestled Maisie around, and her sneakers scraped against concrete as he dragged her, pulling her away from the glowing sphere.

A hand as coarse as sandpaper clamped down over her mouth, and the taste of grit and copper soon admixed with the flavor of spearmint on her lips.

Only now did she recognize the sword in his hand—tipped by a crimson-caked blade, now raised to her neck, a silent threat to what he might do to her throat if she didn’t stop screaming or struggling.

On instinct, she went limp in the ancient warrior’s grip, and he dragged her farther yet away from the glowing orb in her basement, pulling her into the shadows behind a set of shelves, where even the fluorescent tubes failed to shine. He dragged her down with him, and they cowered in the gloom, seeing the gleaming sphere only through the little spaces afforded by items lining the shelves.

Her heart pounded with dread. The impossibility of this all had long shut off all conscious thought. The man held her tight. Squeezed her mouth again, as if to remind her not to scream another time.

Yet he lowered the blade in his hand, retracting its deadly edge from her neck.

Just when another figure emerged from the glowing sphere.

This new, second silhouette looked nothing like a human. The shelves between them only further obscured its strange shape.

To the beat of her pounding heart, its bulbous head jerked around. Against the backdrop of shimmering light, a ferocious maw opened, and revealed rows of shark-like fangs. Glistening until that maw snapped shut like a bear trap.

Spindly limbs contracted and flexed, then the creature’s back arched violently.

It screeched at the ceiling.

A raged screech. A horrific, alien screech, nothing like any animal was capable of emitting, at least not in Maisie’s imagination. So hateful and deeply twisted that it froze the very blood in her veins.

On the creature’s forehead, something blinked. Blood-red.

Not an eye but a light. A lamp, or a lantern. It pulsed.

Was it attached to its head somehow? Or part of it?

The red light pulsed as the creature emitted guttural sounds, pouncing on cardboard boxes, and spraying their artificial insides all over the place. Bottles of makeup and glitter exploded where the beast thrashed around in the basement, in search of its human prey.

The man in ancient armor stayed still. Kept his hand clamped around Maisie’s mouth, and she knew better now than to struggle anymore—he was hiding from his beast, and may have saved her life in doing so.

That was the only coherent thought she could form in those breathless, horrified seconds.

The beast’s thrashing claws tore through the basement, destroying more boxes, knocking over cans, and obliterating a different fixture of shelves like it was nothing against the monster’s raw power. The shelves’ contents flew all around, and stray debris shattered a fluorescent tube, followed by spraying sparks from exposed electric conduits.

The monster emitted another guttural sound in response.

Then it sniffed. Sniffed the air.

The man’s arms tensed, but the grip of his hands on Maisie loosened.

The world exploded into chaos again as she was sent flying—shoved aside, thrown almost. She tumbled against the wooden steps of the stairs, their sharp edge digging into her lower back with painful impact.

The beast swiveled to face its prey. Its misshapen head darted back and forth between the woman prone against the stairs, and the ancient man covered in blood, brandishing his sword against the monster. Another ear-piercing screech escaped its toothy maw. The man in ancient armor yelled in fury—indignant rage—with his sword raised, and defiant of the creature’s sheer monstrosity.

In the shimmering light of the glowing sphere, it was clear now: the monster was twice his size and mass.

No thought guided Maisie as she scrambled, slipped, tripped, fleeing up the stairs with reckless abandon. Acting on pure survival instinct, she ran, thumping back all the way up, skipping several steps as she escaped.

The last thing she saw of the man in ancient armor was him leaping at the monster with his sword’s tip pointed at the creature. The creature in turn had far more reach with its spidery limbs, all ending in razor-sharp claws, and lunging at the man with dreadful speed.

Without ever looking back, the wet sounds of blood splattering blended with shouts of fury and screeches of feral rage, as the ancient man and the horrid creature clashed in Maisie’s basement.

She slapped and cursed and finally ripped the backdoor of her darkened salon open, fleeing into the back alley, where—

Light.

Blinding light engulfed her. The cacophony of helicopter rotors deafened Maisie, and drowned out any noises of carnage echoing up from the bowels of her salon’s basement.

People shouted at her. Flashlights shone into her eyes, forcing her to alternate between squinting and screwing her eyelids shut. The shadowy figures of people dressed in black overwhelmed her entirely.

She tried to run past them, past the silvery rifles pointed at her, but someone seized her in another hold like the man in ancient armor, wrestling her around, then shoving her past, where she tripped, and another person caught her before she fell, only to shove her farther along.

Before she knew it, she was being evicted from the premises. An uncomfortable gloved grip around her arm squeezed and tugged and pulled her along, past thumping jackboots and jingling metal.

Under the floodlights from a helicopter hovering above Seattle’s buildings, casting the alleyway behind her salon in bright light, amidst a small army of figures in modern black armor and terrifying masked helmets, Maisie was shoved one way, then the other, unable to parse what anybody was telling her.

Yelling at her.

“Move!”

“Get her outta here on the double! Secure the neighboring buildings!”

Soldiers in black ushered her away. Others stormed past, jackboots tromping as they marched in a jog, futuristic weapons raised, and flooding into her salon’s backdoor.

“Go-go-go!”

Before she knew it, she was shoved yet again, forced down into the backseat of an unmarked, black van.

A beautiful red-haired woman, dressed sharply in an expensive-looking navy-blue three-piece suit, stared Maisie in the eyes with a smoldering intensity that stood at odds with her otherwise calm demeanor, and a fearsome smile—a sharp contrast to the chaos she had just been whisked away from.

“Hi there.”

A soldier slammed the van’s backdoor shut, muffling the noise of helicopter rotors and militaristic orders being barked back and forth outside.

What would follow Maisie’s questioning was a series of unpleasant instructions.

Maisie needed to forget whatever she had just witnessed.

Or there would be consequences.

Serious, serious consequences. For herself, and the rest of the world alike.

For now, and the days to follow, she was far too afraid to protest.

[intoxfolklorex]

Maisie Pierce

Full Name: Maisie Pierce

Date of Birth: July 1, 1997

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Occupation: Photographer

Family: Isabelle Pierce (older sister), Violet Pierce (older sister), Endora Pierce (older sister), Sabrina Pierce (older sister)

FC: Elizabeth Lail

The youngest daughter of five, Maisie Pierce was the apple of her father’s eye. Her mother walked out not long after Maisie was born, deciding that she couldn’t keep being a parent.

Her father did everything that he could to raise the girls with as much love in their home as he possibly could, and he never wanted them to see him struggle with everything it took to be a single parent. If anything Maisie saw the least of it, not being old enough to understand when things were changing.

She is more than aware that she is the more privileged of her sisters, in that Isabelle was already off making her own life and sending money home by the time Maisie had entered her teenage years. Her oldest sister gave her a chance to not have to study for survival, but to go after her passions.

Like the rest of her sisters she has an eye for art and creativity though Maisie’s eye comes through a lens. She’s always been fascinated by storytelling but the phrase a picture tells a thousand words is one that always sticks in her mind.

It started as just family stuff but soon enough she’s started her own photography work– still mostly toddler photos and weddings but maybe one day it can be more.

Historical Verse

In Maisie's historical verse she is the youngest daughter of the King and her father has always reminded his daughters that he only wants them to marriage for love. At least her life was like that until her cousin murdered her father and went after her and her sisters.

Maisie was in the castle on the day of the attack, and has been living day to do within those walls just trying to live.

[painofhumanity]

NAME: Maisie Charlotte Lockwood NICKNAME(S): Maze D.O.B: November 12th AGE: 16 ORIENTATION: asexual SPECIES: human clone (with dinosaur dna) FAMILY: Charlotte Lockwood (birth mother, deceased), Benjamin Lockwood (grandfather, deceased), Owen Grady (adopted dad), Claire Dearing (adopted mom)

Maisie was raised by her grandfather, her mother having died long before she could remember her. As a child, she learned that she was actually a clone of Charlotte, her mother. At this same time, she lost all of the family she ever had, leaving her all alone in the world, and at risk of being taken as a test subject if the wrong people found out about her.

After her life imploded, she was adopted by the couple that rescued her; they protected her, loved her, taught her all they could so she could protect herself. She loved them. . .but there was a part of her that craved more. Her grandfather had already kept her isolated most of her life because he was afraid of losing her like he lost her mother, and Owen and Claire kept her isolated so she wouldn't be used as a lab rat. But she was a curious girl by nature, and a teenager who wanted some kind of independence, and that led to her getting into trouble.

Maisie ran off and was taken by the very people her adopted parents had tried to protect her from, and there she found out that she was not only a clone of Charlotte Lockwood, she had been genetically altered by Charlotte to cure her of the disease that was killing her mother. That was when she realized how much she'd actually screwed things up for herself. To her surprise, Claire and Owen came to rescue her even after she'd fought with them both; that was when she finally admitted that they weren't just two people taking care of her, they were her parents.

Maisie is still trying to figure out who (and what) she is, but she's also just trying to live as normal a life as possible.

[bybyefromurgirlodam]

help guys did I hallucinate Maisie changing her album release???

I saw a post somewhere earlier but now I have no idea helppppp

[galescafe]

post-mass lunch / slowly but surely

02 JUNE 2024 | 85/100 DAYS OF PRODUCTIVITY

posting for yesterday bc i was too tired to make a post last night lol

super busy day! went to the 10am mass at my parents' local church then went to lunch and bowling with my family (i lost horribly, but you know what they say about people who are bad at bowling)

came home and studied for the rest of the day!

got takeout from a diner w my parents for dinner :)

content reviewed: ochem ch 2-5, physics ch 7, gen chem and bio anki

🎧: trying s2 soundtrack - maisie peters 📚: anansi boys - neil gaiman ⏰ 31/300 hours

[narryffdreaming]

Would you ever consider linking your writing in your bio or pin it to the top? I love everything you write and it would make it a little bit easier to reread it.. totally understand if you don’t want to though! No pressure

hii yesss i'm sorry! impostor syndrome gets me everyyy time guys lol that's why i kinda just let my own posts die. but i'll link the posts here, and then tonight i'll link this answer in my bio, okay? :)))))

WRITING:

Maisy and Harry are just friends (except they aren't) Gi and Harry A toast to the future (part one) A toast to the future (part two) A toast to the future (part three) A toast to the future (part four - I) A toast to the future (part four - II) A toast to the future (part five)

and...

that's it. that's all i've posted so far! lol honestly tho, thank you sooooooo much for even thinking about rereading something! it means the world to me, thank you, thank youuuuuuu <3

[conangrayofficial]

FOUND HEAVEN ON TOUR. 2024. LINK IN MY BIO TO SIGN UP FOR PRESALE. PUBLIC ON SALE MARCH 8TH. can’t wait to be together screaming FH (plus all of our favorite classics) so soon. honored to be bringing my brilliant friends maisie peters and between friends along for the ride. missed y’all so much. SEE YOU THERE ✪

[abbielauren2024]

Brock Sonamy 💙❤️💛

BROCK SONAMY (My OC, aka Sonic X Amy fankid):

Father: Sonic the Hedgehog

Mother: Amy Rose

Sister: Rosalyn Sonamy

Honorary Uncle: Miles “Tails” Prower

Honorary Aunt: Cream the Rabbit

Honorary Cousin: Maisie Taiream

Other Honorary Uncle: Shadow the Hedgehog

Bio: Brock has a thirst for adventure, and living life to the fullest. He is always wanting to try new things (and used to drag Little Miss Goody-Two-Shoes Maisie along with him. Now she goes willingly) and love seeing new sights and going on new adventures. However, his mother and father both instilled in him a very strong sense that everyone deserves kindness and compassion, and if they bite you back for it then they deserve a second chance. Life is too short to carry grudges, and there is good in everyone.

Featured in my AO3 fanfiction, Sonic Legacy!

[jackiespurnell]

maria's bio!!

artists: taylor swift , gracie abrams , lana del rey , olivia rodrigo , chappell roan , sabrina carpenter , renee rapp , maisie peters , clairo , conan gray , beabadoobee , phoebe bridgers , lyn lapid , mckenna grace , madison beer , and more !!

people: ella purnell , mikey madison , sophie thatcher , elizabeth olsen , lexi jayde , courtney eaton , sophia birlem , jenna ortega , melissa barrera , cailee spaeny , florence pugh , anya taylor joy and more !!

fandoms: yellowjackets , marvel , xmen , mean girls , ten things i hate about you , pretty little liars , heathers , the marauders , scream movies, sweetpea , the seven husbands of evelyn hugo , bottoms , anora , do revenge , red white and royal blue , but im a cheerleader , bridgerton , derry girls , the x triology and more !!

albums: the tortured poets department , born to die , this is what it feels like, the secret of us , lover , folklore , rise and fall of a midwest princess , sour , emails i cant send , the good witch , ultraviolence , kid krow , minor , 1989 and more !!

[siamesedreamgirl]

⋆ hello and welcome! ⋆ dandy // she/they // minor (15 and a fool <3) // sapphic (questioning bi again)// aus // enfp // leo ☼ libra ☾ pisces ↑ // basic dni // gluttonous user of brackets // in love with everyone and everything a little bit // life's so fun, life's so fun! // know it's for the be-e-e-tter.

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⋆ albums ⋆ norman fucking rockwell! // ttpd + the anthology // evermore // born to die // did you know there's a tunnel under ocean blvd? // pure heroine // melodrama // folklore // this is what it feels like // good riddance // hmhas // quarter-life crisis // if i could make it go quiet // am // the good witch // the rise and fall of a midwest princess // snow angel // punisher // stranger in the alps // the record // home video // historian // this is why // bury me at makeout creek // puberty 2 // five seconds flat // riot! // guts // bright future //brand new eyes // songs // capacity // masterpiece // stick season // preacher's daughter // live through this // sundays // prelude to ecstasy // wet leg // rae // saturday night wrist // i can // heaven or las vegas // vampire weekend // so tonight that i might see // no burden // brat // the secret of us // everybody else is doing it, so why can’t we? // maggot // charm // among my swan // celebrity skin // AM // around the fur // remember that i love you // a-sides // the rest // be the cowboy // loveless // siamese dream // nowhere // souvlaki // lsd and the search for god // sports //american football // she hangs brightly // beatopia // i know im funny haha // our extended play // atlanta millionaires club // bewitched // how im feeling now // melon collie and the infinite sadness // twin fantasy // pornography //

⋆ tv ⋆ gilmore girls // cruella // heartbreak high // 10 things i hate about you // 27 dresses // do revenge // friends // all the bright places // pride and prejudice // how i met your mother // mona lisa smile // never have i ever // gossip girl // pjo // little women // but i'm a cheerleader // now you see me // the hunger games // the breakfast club // murder mystery // the fault in our stars // yellowjackets // how to lose a guy in 10 days // heartstopper // the princess and the frog // knives out // tinkerbell // geek girl // to all the boys i've loved before // five feet apart // the devil wears prada // knives out // anne with an 'e' // atypical // the babysitter's club // riverdale // ratatouille // enola holmes // mean girls // wednesday // the vampire diaries // the perks of being a wallflower // ruby sparks // bottoms // buffy the vampire slayer // juno // scott pilgrim vs the world // girl, interrupted // eighth grade // 500 days of summer // boyhood //

⋆ books ⋆ the invisible life of addie larue // we were liars // the raven cycle // the folk of the air // anne of green gables // little women // daisy jones & the six // the seven husbands of evelyn hugo // the hunger games // red white and royal blue // they both die at the end // pride and prejudice // pjo // the fault in our stars // all the bright places // five feet apart // turtles all the way down // heartstopper // solitaire // loveless // tuck everlasting // one of us is lying // sadie // she's too pretty to burn // caraval // the illuminae files // aurora rising // emily henry books // the bell jar // girl, interrupted // the virgin suicides //

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[newrochellechallenger2019]

is your bio a maisie peters lyric???? mike, challengers AND maisie?????? WE ARE THE SAME!!!!

OH MY GOD ANON YES IT IS!!

DID WE JUST BECOME BEST FRIENDS???

[carnivorousyandeere]

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Masterlist:

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Multiple Yans but Separate

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Brucie (He/Him)

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Dorian and Maisie

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[intoxfolklorex]

Open to males 25+ (historical verse. please read my rules and her bio before replying. please don’t like my starters.)

Usually when a letter arrived it was a joyous day. The letters came filled with stories from her sisters, people she was missing more than anything. That was the downside to Violet being the first to marry and move away, the middle princess always felt like she was missing out. She had chosen to read the letter when she had a moment alone, feeding her daughter, though as she read Maisie's words her face fell and Violet was quick to find her husband. “We have a problem.” The words tumbled out as soon as she found him, clear that she was holding in her tears. Thrusting the letter to him Violet didn’t give the man time to read it before she spoke again. “My father is dead. Two of my sisters are missing. It could be a matter of days before we are targeted.” Violet took a breath, looking down at the infant in her arms, "Posey will never meet her grandfather."

[nezoid]

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Aubrey Plaza, Maddie Ziegler, Maisy Stella, and Kerrice Brooks, introduce “My Old Ass” at Cinespia - 08/16/24

I really enjoyed this movie! I was caught off guard by the emotions in which were provoked, but in the best way possible. Feel your emotions, don’t stifle them. So yes I got choked up on a cozy picnic at Hollywood Forever Cemetery. 😅

The cast was amazing, there were some crazy beautiful shots, Megan Park is killing it. I adore “The Fallout” so much and now “My Old Ass”, both so great!

Go see “My Old Ass” in theaters September 13th.

You can also watch this on YouTube (link in bio) or here:

[averys-happy-space]

was doodling the cinema trio and realised some design parallels & contrasts between all of them and thought id put it into a post because why not

design-wise fang and maisie are actually really really similar, ive always thought this but i didnt realise just how similar they are until i started listing all of it to someone i was talking to on discord

both wear sleeveless tops

both wear loose/puffy high rise pants, both of which are also cuffed at the bottom

both wear gloves

both have the popcorn logo somewhere on their design

both wear sneakers (whereas buster wears boots)

could argue both have unnatural/dyed hair colours, though i googled it and apparently it is possible for dark skinned people to be naturally blonde but its just v rare... rare enough that i reckon this point still stands

both have golds + reds as their accent colours - buster sorta has this but its much less obvious/striking compared to the other two

this makes it sound like buster is the odd one out which he v much is at least design wise. but he has some similarities with the others too:

all 3 wear something around their foreheads (bandana, sun visor, headband)

all 3 wear blue pants of varying shades

maisie and buster both have a tool (fire extinguisher / film projector) where fang does not

fang and buster both have something slung over one shoulder (suspender, film loop). theyre on opposite shoulders too (something something one completes the other)

and then there's the differences / contrasts:

this one blew my mind when i realised it but fang is mostly primary colours (red yellow blue) whereas buster is mostly secondary colours (orange purple green). feel like this point isn't that strong though if you consider that buster also has black & grey + blue jeans too, and fang's hair is arguably more purple than dark blue. but i still thought it was interesting enough to mention anyway. also, maisie is a mix of both palettes (red yellow blue / purple black + her skintone is an orangey brown).

fang's hair is made of sharp edges, while maisie's is categorically rounded, and buster is somewhere in the middle where he shares fang's sharp edged bangs but his hair curls around the back, making it more rounded like maisie's

they all have different eyebrow shapes (triangle, rectangle, oval). could probably make an argument for this being reflective of their personalities with fang having the most sharp edges (most aggressive, reckless, confident); maisie being sharp in the sense of being very perceptive, responsive, quick witted but still less intense than fang; and buster being the softest, most shy, most protective

their personality is reflected in their playstyles too which are all starkly different - fang is aggro, maisie is control, buster is defensive. also means their trio can be a well rounded team in 3v3s too (which they were until maisie and fang got nerfed lol)

lots of cool design choices. knowing the release order was fang -> buster -> maisie can also help explain why buster is so distinct from the other two as well i think. because stuff like the popcorn logo seems like a strange thing to leave out of his design until you realise oh, the designers probably weren't thinking of having that be the logo of the theatre the trio work at until maisie came along and they realised it'd make a good logo/emblem.

there is also something to be said about fang and maisie being so similar because at first glance you'd think they're complete opposites - one is reckless and carefree, the other is literally a safety coordinator. that's definitely the impression you'd get from watching the animations from maisie's release as well. but maisie's bio admits that she lowkey enjoys dangerous situations and i think deep down she is actually very similar to fang in that they're both thrill seekers. she's still far better at keeping a level head when things go wrong than he is though

buster and fang being opposites is also really cute, at least to me. opposites attract and all that. i also think buster's actually a lot smarter than the maisie release animation gives him credit for, especially considering he was able to customise a film projector from the theatre for his own personal use. writing this now though i think one thing they do have in common is they're both pussies lol. as much as i hate the willow release art where fang is in shelly's arms, i do like the idea of him being a total wimp, just because it directly contrasts against all his other personality traits. buster is also clearly easily spooked if you look at his release animations in the ghost station. but he still saves gus in that one animation and i think thats indicative of his bravery - he'll always do the right thing even if it scares the shit out of him. fang, uh... probably not as reliable for that lol