#mlb Sabine

[celestiall0tus]

Siren's Song, Chang'e

Home stretch mother fuckers! Anyway, Sabine as the dove. Went with a wedding dress look because, well, if you've seen the ship I have for her here, then you'd know why.

[existentialcrisis-9-5]

Okay so I had to take a pause from writing to draw this. I made it in like 15 minutes and I’m really bad at furniture + perspective so apologies for the poor quality. Anyway, rewriting miraculous, to me, means rewriting all of miraculous, including the Christmas special. And BOY IS IT SPECIAL

Anyway yeah those designs for Tom and Sabine are probably gonna change at some stage because they’re basically just the original characters in my style. Also Chat Noir’s design is once again still not done because I’ve been busy writing. He’s wearing a hoodie Marinette made him tho so I don’t have to show it off >:3

[sillysiluriforme]

I held off surprisingly long but I caved in and made a fairy au

[tumble-witch]

Bread Girl AU for Miraculous Ladybug

Hello and welcome to our weekly Akuma inverview!

#BREAD GIRL AU tag

What are Adrien and Marinette like?

Heroes of Paris! Who could they possibly be?

Some thoughts about Nino (and Alya)

Beautiful origin of Sabine Cheng's bakery logo (i love you @sizzleissues)

How Adrien met Chloe

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Hi! It's been a while, huh? A year ago I came up with this AU and it's been in my head ever since. Stuff happened, a lot has changed for me. Still, I've been thinking about my silly guys

I have 2 more WIP comics for this AU, things are about to escalate!

Right now it's much easier for me to draw both due to my skill growing and life improving. Hope I don't disappear for another year after this lol. I'll keep in touch!

[schsas]

mlp au! miraculous ladybug side and not-so-side characters

based on @frostedpuffs's mlp au. old art, ok?

[mochinek0]

Family Secrets

Damian couldn't believe his eyes. He had seen pieces of that costume when he lived in the League, but never did he expect to see his mother, disguised, in Paris! He carefully kept an eye on her as she walked into a bakery. He felt his own breath hitch as a young girl came and hugged her.

"Nonna!" she cried.

'Grandmother?'

"Hello, My Leetle Fairy." his mother replied, hugging her back.

"Are you having fun on your travels?" the girl questioned, "Where did you go this time?"

"Egypt." his mother declared.

The girl smiled, "Did you see the pyramids?"

His mother brought out a keychain of a pyramid and handed it to the girl.

"It's great!" the girl smiled, "I'll keep it on my desk so when I see it, I can think of you."

"I wish you could come with me." the disguised Talia declared.

"Maybe when I'm older?" the young girl answered.

Talia tapped the young girl's nose, "Possibly, but we know very well how hard you work."

"Mom!" announced a man, who seemed the size of Bane, "How are you?"

Damian watched on in shock. He was aware that his mother was much older than she appeared. Hearing someone around his father's age, refer to his mother as a maternal figure was unsettling.

"I'm fine, Tom." she answered.

"Would you like to put your bag down and rest?" he asked.

"Nonsense." his mother replied, "I may look older, but I'm fine. I wanted to see if Marinetta would like to take a ride around the city with me."

"Yes!" the girl cried.

Damian watched as they both got on a motorcycle and drove off.

It took awhile, but Damian finally spotted them near the Seine, eating ice cream. The girl was looking down at something, in her lap. His mother's eyes connected with his and he knew he had made her.

"I'll be right back." Gina spoke, kissing Marinette on the head.

Gina walked in Damian's direction.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded.

"Do you plan to kidnap her, Mother?" Damian questioned.

"Of course not!" Gina snapped.

"Who is she?" he asked.

Talia sighed, "Your niece; she's your age."

"So the man who called you mother-"Damian began.

"Your grandfather wanted me out of the way. He was looking for a male successor to take over." Talia began to explain, "He kicked me out of the League, briefly, and I had some semblance of a normal life. I fell in love with a baker. Tom is our son, before I ever met your father. Essentially, he is your older brother."

She sighed, "Everyhting was fine and I was happy, until he sent someone to exterminate us. Before I killed him, I learned my death was a test. Kill me and become successor to the League. I returned with his head and threw it at your grandfather's feet. He looked at me and said he would allow me back on one condition."

"What was it?" Damian asked.

"I had to leave my family." she admitted, "I said I understood and would be back in three months. I knew he would never stop coming after us."

"Why three months?" her son questioned, "You were already there. Did they not know of the League?"

"Tom was getting married and no, my family knew nothing about the League. I returned and told my family I would be 'traveling in my old age'. A few years after he got married, I came back to a three year old granddaughter. Your grandfather found out and forbid my return."

"Grandfather is dead." Damian spoke.-changing subject

"I've been stopping in more." she declared, "They aren't like us. They're not like your father. They know nothing about my past, aside from divorcing a man, who made me happy. I tell them I'm traveling around the word. I wear a wig and makeup. At some point, I will have to stop visiting all together since anyone else will grow old and pass on. The League........you lose sense of time when there. Two years ago, I thought she was still three. She was turning fourteen."

"What about the man?" her son asked.

Talia smiled, "Reminds me of your grandfather, actually. He's all about 'traditions', so perhaps it was for the best."

"Nonna!" Marinette cried out.

"Please, Damian, leave them alone." his mother whispered.

Damian watched as his mother walked away. He had never known her to beg for something.

"My Leetle Fairy, are you ready to go back home?" Gina asked, "Do you have new inspiration for your designs? I can't wait to see the clothes you create this time."

Damian watched as the girl put her sketchbook away.

'Clothes? Designs?'

He smiled softly. She was an artist, like him. He watched as his mother got on the motorcycle with his niece. What surprised him was seeing his niece glare at him. Damian chuckled.

'Mother may not see it, but she is a lot like them. A little fairy.'

"Damian, a Fairy is someone who helps people who are lost in the dark. It's not always in a literal sense; it can be figurative."

The young Al-Ghul turned and walked in the opposite direction.

'Fairy is a suitable name for my niece. I wonder how Mother would feel learning her true nature? A Fae who lures in her prey.'

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[miraculous-metamorphosis]

Love what you're doing!!! Is there anything about Marinette's and Adrien's family? Pics or just some more info about them? (I'm also kinda guessing that Julia is supposed to be Manon's replacement?)

Mod CN- So first thing's first, Manon isn't getting replaced! Marinette just has a younger sister now! But Julia and Manon are best friends.

But we did design the whole family! In fact, we designed literally every single character in the show, we just haven't shown them yet!

But for the Dupain-Chengs, we gave Marinette a younger sister b/c we felt like Mathias and Lucy would be the type of couple to have two children, by personal preference and the culture Lucy grew up in.

Mathias and Lucy haven't changed up much personality-wise in Metamorphosis, but Mathias is now a little bit more over-protective, based off of his characterization in the movie.

Lucy's side of the family is much more involved in the story now! Zhihao, Marinette's great-uncle, would be moving in to Paris to start a new restaurant there, and we plan to have several episodes focusing on giving Shu-Yin a character! We're still designing Marinette's maternal grandparents, but we have plans to give them a semi-big role in season 4!

Also, we're still working on this, but we plan to bring in some family angst, focusing on how Gina isn't spending a lot of time with her family. Making her a good person, just overall acknowledging her flaws more. As well as a deceased bigoted grandfather who still gives Mathias and Lucy trouble, even after he's long gone.

Mod LB- As for the Lachances... let's start with the elephant in the room.

As we have addressed in many posts, Gabriel is NOT the butterfly holder in this universe, neither is Nathalie for the peacock.

Despite this, Gabriel is still going to be the cause of MANY problems.

We're leaning on the idea that Gabriel is more superstitious in this rewrite, he believes in something called "The Lachance Luck." Which he believes is the root that leads to all the misfortunes the family had experienced over the years.

Also, in case you're wondering where Adrien's Bodyguard/Gorilla/Placide I.T. is, he's Major Daume now! Based off of his original conceptual design found here. We plan for Daume to be more of the fatherly figure to Adrien, allowing him to sneak around and find loopholes to give the kid more freedom. He also learns of Adrien's identity mid-season 1, and keeps it a secret, even from Adrien. He prefers to wait for Adrien to open up on his own.

Nathalie is toned down a little from the series, no longer an explorer hired by Tomoe or whatever, she's just a stoic secretary who eventually becomes more motherly to Adrien and Felix.

Amelie actually moves in with the Lachances after the death of Colt Fathom. She's still the same as she was in the series, although she butts heads with her brother-in-law frequently over his parenting skills.

As for the deceased... Emilie is, no questions asked, no ambiguity, just outright dead. A woman who haunts the narrative, and drives most of Gabriel's actions posthumously. But we still plan to give her a character, and a LOT of flaws, so she isn't going to be a fridged wife.

Oh also colt fathom isn't an abusive asshole, or that important. Just some yankee-doodle-dandy who kicked the bucket. But his death did impact who Felix is as a character, making him grow up too fast and learn to be more responsible for his grieving mother and family.

[miraclechatbug]

Marinette, *holding a coffee pot*: What if, instead of milk in my cereal, I put coffee...

Sabine, *taking the pot from her*: What if you didn't

[hufflepotato-18]

ADRIEN PROTECTING HIS FUTURE IN-LAWS

[aalissy]

Okkkk yall whyyyy does Lila have Sabine’s name written on the walls?? Could this lead into why she’s taking her art classes 👀 👀

[liquid-luck-00]

Red Binding 1

Maribat March Day 1: Origins

@maribat-calendar-events @maribatserver

Next

Trigger for implied neglect, blood, and violence towards a minor

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Marinette was, what most would consider a normal, happy, child. But that was far from the truth.

She was ten when she finally noticed something was off.

Her parents as much as she loved them and they said that they loved her. Never made time for her. Never asked more than how was her day, so she would ramble about anything and everything. She never had a curfew and her parents never seemed to worry. That's when the bullying began.

She was eleven when she recognized that the bakery was the top priority and not her.

Her school life was in shambles. Her friendships were strung by a thread, with even a whisper from Chloé, they would abandon her.

So when a small box appeared in her room, at the age of twelve, and from it a small red creature asked her to leave with them she agreed. They talked for hours, extending for days (a bit over a week in total), before she was truly good and ready to leave Paris. They spoke about their lives (existence in Tikki’s case), the powers and responsibilities that would be placed upon Marinette, but most of that time they enjoyed one another’s presence.

The creature listened to her, actually listened to what she had to say, gave her a choice, so she agreed to follow the creature.

In the middle of the night she packed a small bag and stood in the center of her room. "Are you ready, Marinette?" The creature, Tikki they called themselves, chirped. "As much as I can be." She looked the creature in the eyes and everything spun. It felt as if she was floating, or not, as she slammed onto the stone floor.

When she stood up, she dusted herself off and looked around. She was in a well kept garden, the air was thin, but the moon was bright over head.

"ལགས་སོ། ཁྱེད་རང་ཕེབས་བྱུང་།" A voice startled her as she jumped from the sound.

"Who are you?" She questioned. "Where am I?"

The man was still, he didn't seem to hear her, or maybe he didn't understand.

"ང་དང་མཉམ་དུ་ཤོག" The man turned and walked into a building that looked like some sort of temple. She stood there staring where the man used to be before he turned back. His even strides carried him right to her. "ངས་རང་��ིད་ལ་བསྐྱར་ཟློས་མི་བྱེད།" The man's tone surprised her, she jumped to her feet, following him at a brisk pace.

Lanterns lit the walls of the hall, no doors or even windows could be seen. The two of them walked in silence for what seemed a half hour, but she couldn't tell. She tried to remember the path, but there were too many turns and steps to remember.

They stopped at an ornate circular red door, that was roughly twelve meters in diameter. Golden knots were carved expertly into the wood.

He stepped aside as if she was supposed to do something, but she didn't know what. So Marinette stepped forward and placed a hand on a golden vein.

A flash of golden light erupted from where her hand touched the wood, as it swung open on silent hinges.

She had turned away, in an attempt to shield her eyes.

"Welcome, child." A voice from inside was warm and she stepped forward.

She wanted to say something but thought better. Yes she understood this new voice, but the man before she still has no idea what he said. She just followed him and he led her here.

"Do not fear to speak child." The voice came from everywhere, echoing through the large cavern. What looked like an island garden sat in the middle. A giant oak tree with flowers blooming in complete darkness sat at this center. Chimes rang thought the branches without any wind.

"Who are you?" She finally asked, voice small, as she looked around. "Where am I?"

Chimes rang almost resembling laughter. "I am known as the supreme. As to where you are, you are with the Order of Miraculii, my child of creation."

"Order? Creation? Where is Tikki?" She started rambling questions in the hopes of at least one being answered.

"All will be answered in time." Chimes once again filled the cavern.

"སུའུ་晗་ང་ཚོའི་ན་གཞོན་སྲུང་མཁན་ལ་བཀའ་སློབ་གནང་རོགས།"

"ཁྱོད་ཀྱིས་བཀའ་གསུང་གནང་བ་བཞིན་དུ་ངའི་བླ་ན་མེད་" The man spoke with a bow, before placing a hand on her shoulder and leading her out of the cavern.

He led her to a room that was somewhere deep in the temple, at least she assumes it is. The room was simple, a four poster bed sat against the far wall. A desk was set next to it with a bookshelf that was carved into the wall above it. A dresser was next to the door, and a thick rug was spread underfoot.

"Tikki."

"Yes." The little god appeared in front of her with a poof.

"What’s going to happen now?"

"There is a lot for you to learn, but for now rest. The morning will come soon."

•••

Jason didn’t know why he left that night.

Scratch that he knew exactly why.

Bruce and Dick were arguing again, and no matter where he was at the manor he still heard them. But it wasn’t them it was Cathrine and Willis fighting for the uptenth time. So he did what he always did, he snuck out.

He was running roof tops trying and failing to get the voices out of his head. The weather was starting to change and a sludge of rain and snow fell around him. If only…

He shot out to grapple to the next building but with the semi frozen and slick exteriors the hook slipped. He began to free fall, as the line retracted, and everything was quiet. He heard his heart flutter then a sharp click. The line was back and he shot it again, this time it landed. He was yanked and thrown into a graceful arc before landing on another roof.

He stood in the middle of the high rise roof. Completely soaked but he didn’t care, he just wanted to stay in this quiet for a little while longer. He sneezed, breaking him from his stupor, sure the suit helped keep him relatively dry, but it didn’t do much for the cold, less still for his head that was completely out to the elements.

He kicked a few rocks that were strewn in the roof in an attempt to warm up, but stopped when some sort of metal glinted underfoot.

He reached down and found a ring, and when his fingers wrapped around the metal a flash of green illuminated the rooftop.

"Finally!" A nasally voice echoed around him. "I thought you were never going to notice it."

"Who are you?" He half whispered half yelped. "Show yourself." He reached for a batarang.

"No need kitten." A tiny cat like creature floated up to his eye level. "Names Plagg, and you are?"

He didn’t answer, he’ll he didn’t know if this was real or if he might actually be asleep. He gripped the batarang, feeling as it sliced through his glove straight to his hand.

"Not asleep." He whispered to himself. "So what are you?" He attempted to poke the creature with his finger, but it easily evaded him. It took hold of the ring and dropped it on to his finger.

"I am a kwamii, specifically of chaos and destruction." They puffed their chest, watching as the ring emanated a soft glow before it stopped. "And you are my kitten."

"I’m not your anything." He didn’t want to be involved with magic, it only seemed to cause problems, if the reports Bruce had was anything. "It started with that ring, right?"

"Yes an…" He didn’t let him finish speaking, he tried to pull the ring off, but it was gone.

"What did you do?" His attention snapped to the supposed god, or whatever it was.

It was about to say something when his vision started to blur. Something heavy slammed into his head. He felt himself starting to crumple forward, laughter ringing behind him.

When he woke up, Jason was tied and laying face first in a dingy old storeroom or maybe a warehouse. There wasn’t much light except for three industrial lights towards the center of the room. And under the furthest one was the silhouette of a person.

"Is the birdie awake?" The voice was tinged with laughter, it sent chills down his spine. He knows who that voice belongs to.

I’m sorry.

"Let’s have some fun now!" Joker came into his view and then he noticed the item in his hand, but he couldn’t stop him. The crowbar swung down and it connected with his upper arm. He was thrown into a box to his right. The next hit was to his stomach, as he coughed up blood.

I’m sorry. He heard again, but Joker didn’t react to it. So he knows Plagg is in his mind.

Stop apologizing and talk. He thought, and he did.

Plagg told him a story. He tuned out best he could, but it was difficult whenever he would be thrown around. It even felt like Plagg was holding his breath at times, waiting for his attention to continue.

"Well it’s been fun, Boy Blunder, but you should go to bed. Don’t forget to brush your teeth and say hello to the Big Bad Bat." He left him there in a heap on the floor, a ringing his ears silenced everything except for Plagg.

"Come on, get up! Please!" He saw Plagg flying in frantic circles over a box.

"There is a bomb, and…" Plagg placed two paws on his forehead before flying back, to where the bomb must be. "You will live, Kitten, I swear it."

A flash of green and black rolled over him, yet the blast of air did however destroy the building they were in. But he saw Plagg fly back to him. He felt him curl into his hair, his purring rhythmic, as he began to loose consciousness.

"What a waste." He felt someone turn him over. Changing the path of the blood on his face to stream into his mouth. It tasted like iron, and dirt, and it burned his throat. "I will see you when you awaken."

His world went black, Plagg’s put was a constant rumble. The next time he opened his eyes it was dark, Plagg was on his chest staring at him, his green eyes glowing in the dark.

Steady breaths kitten. Plagg’s voice echoed in his mind, as he tried to explain what was happening. You’re in a coffin.

"How!?" He began to panic, but Plagg began purring which calmed him.

You need to stay calm, you can get out. Focus my power.

I don’t know how. He thought, not risking wasting the little air he had.

The ring on your finger is a focus for power. Do you feel the space my presence takes up within your mind?

He searched concentrating on Plagg’s voice and presence in his mind. Yes.

Good. Now pull that towards the ring. He pulled at it but there was a resistance, like a rubber band being stretched too far.

Slowly. He made the connection and his palm glowed with a faint black and green light. Now touch the area in front of you.

He did and as soon as he did the rubber band snapped back. But a hole big enough for him to pass though was above him, along with a foot of dirt above it. He was tired but he tried again. It was harder this time, but he managed. He touched the top of the dome, but only a few inches disappeared this time. He was about to try again when Plagg stopped him.

Don’t kid! You’re exhausted. Channeling magic requires energy along with training it, like any other muscle. We have to dig the rest of the way.

Fine. He huffed.

The ground was wet and soft from all the rain. But he knew if he didn’t hurry that would be an obstacle. It was starting to freeze. That’s how he knew he was getting close to the surface. Plagg had been moving the dirt into the casket, allowing him to stand. Yet he flew up to him this time with a broken piece of wood, and he knew just what he needed it for. He finally broke through the surface and pulled himself up. He laid back, legs still in the hole, but he stared at the cloudy sky, taking giant gulps of air.

"I knew you could do it, Kitten." Plagg stiffened and his hackles rose before disappearing. Guard yourself.

What do you mean?

"You were quicker than I thought." A feminine voice carried through the cemetery. He stiffened, knowing what Plagg was warning him of. "Now let us be off."

Someone grabbed him and he tried to fight them, but he was exhausted and they weren’t.

Next

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[celestiall0tus]

this is a ship I made for an au of mine but I wanna know your thoughts on it. Now I don’t have any explanation for this ship it was a “has anyone done this yet?” It’s Sabine x Gabriel.

Well, well, what have I here? Do I detect copious amounts of potential drama? Why, yes, yes I do.

Here ya go darling

[mugmegan]

They take care of you then you grow up and start carrying their weight in return

Can she carry Tom too?

The answer is yes.

Bonus:

Chat Noir can also carry his parents when he grows up

[sillysiluriforme]

wait i never posted the young tom and sabine designs what da hel

[d011zk1ll]

Trying to get my writing brain in order so I was on Pinterest and saw some pretty cool quotes I wanted to write a couple snippets around as a warm up

Sabine stared up at the thing that wasn't her daughter, jaw agape.

She had never been infected with that damn butterfly before, and Sabine had been convinced she never would. But, she supposed, when your friends and family turned their backs on you to believe a random girl and her absurd lies, it was only a matter of time.

The thing that was not marinette but not a different entity spoke, though her eyes were covered by a blindfold the same purple as her dress, she could sense Sabine and her presence.

"don't worry, mother." The voice was unmistakably Marinette's, she had heard it thousands of times but it still sounded wrong. Like it was stolen and planted in a demon's throat. The creature moved towards Sabine, and she didn't move back. This was her baby girl, she had failed to be a good mother and deserved what punishment this variant of her daughter deemed her worthy of. She expected pain, but was met by the soft glove of the akuma's thumb wiping her tears away. "Your daughter is a soldier."

Marinette was falling. She sunk deeper and deeper into the water, trying desperately to claw her way out and to the top- failing as her arms turned to stone.

Eventually, she couldn't see anything but the white sky, tainted blue by the water she was under. She would do anything to see more.

But moments later, when her wish was granted, she took it back.

She didn't want to see those sharp, slitted blue eyes and tousled white mane. His mouth curved into a pointed smile.

A brush of purple and red swiped behind him and he spun, wrapping his arms around a woman with a lovesick smile. He gestured to the water, showing the woman.

The lady peered over the edge, mouth tilted down and expression unreadable because of a dark purple blindfold.

No matter the cover, she recognised her all the same.

Princess justice, Marinette, Ladybug. At the end of the day they were all the same, weren't they?

A gloved hand dove into the water, reaching for the stone Marinette and she shot awake, panting and sweating.

Tikki stared up at her, hugging the edge of her palm in comfort.

"how do you destroy a monster without becoming one?" She asked shakily, voice quivering in nothing short of pure, unadulterated fear.

Tikki didn't reply, only clinging tighter.

[ninadove]

Hello, all respectfully, may I ask, why do you want emilie to be dead? I mean adrien deserves to have his mom back, don’t you think? You can answer it thru private chat if it makes you more comfortable.

No that’s perfectly fine! I love getting a chance to overanalyse and write down my own thoughts! 📝

So, I have a complicated relationship with Emilie as a character, but I don’t hate her by any means. I do believe she is a lot less pure and innocent than we were first led to believe, but that makes her much more compelling, so as far as I’m concerned it’s a great writing choice.

The reason I think she should be dead, or more accurately, stay dead (the nuance is crucial), is simply storytelling.

As fun as the show is, it is also pretty serious when it wants to be, and these 5 seasons were written with a couple of core messages in mind:

Part of the experience of being human is to accept that there is no magical solution to our problems. Sometimes things don’t work out, sometimes we lose the people we care about; and actions bring consequences, always. This is why using the Peacock carries such a heavy toll, even after it is fixed, and why the Lucky Charm primarily relies on Marinette’s intelligence and creativity (characteristically human qualities) rather than being an automatic problem solver.

Whenever these losses occur — you have to move on. Staying stuck in the past means depriving yourself of a chance to enjoy the present and plan for the future. All of the events of these 5 seasons were triggered by Gabriel’s inability to accept the concept of death, and by his attempts to drag all of Paris down the pits of grief (symbolised by the akuma attacks) with him — starting with his own son.

Of course, Adrien deserves to be happy and loved! And Emilie herself explains how it can happen:

By letting her go.

Adrien is an extremely strong and loving kid who, unlike his father, is able to shoulder the pain while still opening himself up to the world. Gabriel trying to bring Emilie back did nothing to fix the sorrow his son had to deal with; in fact, it cost him his other parent and a normal childhood in the process.

But the thing is — Adrien does not need Emilie anymore.

He has a girlfriend who loves him so much she gave his dad one last chance to make the right choice, despite all the pain he caused (and will likely continue to cause from the grave). He has a cousin who loves him so much he was willing to burn the world down, then help fix it to protect him. He has amazing friends who supported him through this entire ordeal (special shout-out to Nino, who has been on Gabriel’s case since S1 E9), even when he did not feel comfortable enough to share the full extent of the abuse he was going through. He has Amelie and Nathalie, who will provide him with the motherly love he needs in his life, and Tom and Sabine, who are already packing him his breakfast every morning because they’ve carved him a place in their family and hearts. Also, he has a cheese-eating demon who lives in his pocket.

No one is entitled to raising the dead, and Adrien would never even consider it. But he does deserve love and care and happiness, things his father deprived him of in his senseless quest to defy the laws of nature — things he was able to build for himself because he chose to be kind and vulnerable despite his grief.

Season 6 will be terrible on him, but he will come back stronger on the other side. And in doing so, he will send an important message to the core audience of the show: young children who will sooner or later have to mourn a loved one themselves, but will know they can be OK thanks to his example.

And you know, sometimes us adults need a little reminder too. 💚