#muxshaka

[la-koala1288]

Shaka x Mu

[danny-ammu]

Terrones de azúcar, como cada día voy a estar publicando el ShaMuTober2025, con unas cuantas imágenes de diferentes autores.

Ustedes escojan con qué shipp acompañaremos la promoción de mañana.

#FamiliaTerrónDeAzúcar #ShaMuTober2025 #AMMUTEIKOKUYUDAINA #bookverse #shamu #shakaxmu #ShakaDeVirgo #mudearies #muka #SaintSeiya #virgoxaries #muxshaka #itiadelibra #gateguarddearies #ItiaXGateguard

#libraxaries

[danamucci]

ShakaxMu for the Saint Seiya Fanzine https://www.instagram.com/stsfanzine/

[brokensoulmates2000]

Hi!! We are organizing a Shaka x Mu day and we would love if any of you could participate. Here are the flyers 💛💜 Please, if you could reblog it, it would mean the world to me!! Thx :’)

Credits for the translations:

Italian: a.roche (Instagram)

French: weirdo_.96 (Instagram)

Japanese: Diego P.

Thx for my lovely husband/ bestie for the images. You can find him in instagram as _alpheratz_

 

 

[luhu-u]

Eu realmente amo esses dois 💜💛

[amandaknabben]

(Arquivo Z universe)

Mu e Shaka  em Strangerville - 3 Mu voltou meio atordoado após ter sido chipado pelos etes hahah porem sem babys aliens T.T (para minha tristeza e alegria de Shaka como podem ver na foto, já que ele não estava preparado para ser pai de ele nenhum hahah) Porém sem se deter com esse pequeno contratempo alienístico, nosso amado lemuriano continuou sua investigação, comprou um traje protetor e ficou brincando com ele, digo, se equipou para ir ao laboratório e descobrir a causadora de todos os males: a planta mãe =x PS: um close dessa obra de arte feita pelo Shaka...PARECE EU DESENHANDO UAHHAHUAH

[lini-02]

Una buena ocasión  para hacer algo para mi adorado Shaka :) 

Happy Birthday Shaka de Virgo 

[dreamychaos]

@versailles-fairytale asked: #11, “No one will ever believe us.” for Shaka/Mû?

Mû is giggling for all he’s worth, hands clutching his ribs and eyes beginning to tear up with the force of his mirth. Shaka smirks from across the table, sipping languidly on a cup of tea. Mû finally manages to collect himself, wiping his eyes and sipping his own tea.

“Wow, I’m not sure why that was actually so funny…” he said, an occasional giggle still escaping him. Shaka smiles for a second before arching an eyebrow.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about. I am a paragon of humor.” He says haughtily. Mû giggles again.

“You used to be untouchable, until those Bronzes happened,” he mentions. “Like you’d locked yourself in a marble tower in your own mind. The change is really nice.” Mû smiles, a touch shy. Shaka looks down, a touch guilty.

“I’m sorry. That's… it’s true. But those Bronze Saints showed me a truth or two about myself, my attitude, and I’ve been trying to work on it. I don’t want to be so haughty, or untouchable. I know now that I’m fallible, that I was self-absorbed and arrogant.” Shaka shrugs elegantly. “I’m human. I think I let some things that were being said around here get to my head.” He looks down at his tea, ashamed. A slender hand touches his, and he glances up. Mû has scooted closer, and is regarding him with a tender expression.

“I think they taught us all a valuable lesson,” he replies. “We’re supposed to be humanity’s protectors, and we’re put on such lofty pedestals, that maybe we all thought, somewhere in our hearts, that everything said about us was true. You’re not alone.” He smiles, hand coming up to lightly touch Shaka’s cheek. “That’s what they taught me: that I’m not alone. That I can ask for help, for companionship and compassion.” Shaka returns the smile, soft and a little hesitant.

There is something hanging in the air between them, something he has no name for. It lingers in the curve of Mû’s smile, the fall of soft white hair, the happy folds of his soft gray eyes. Something about Mû leaves him feeling strangely breathless, anticipatory. Mû’s hand on his cheek firms, and suddenly he’s leaning forward, slanting his warm mouth over Shaka’s. Shaka presses into it, firm but a touch uncertain. They draw apart slowly, and Mû giggles again at the vague, confused expression on Shaka’s face.

“Was that your first kiss?” Mû asks, whispering for some reason. Shaka nods, a little dumbfounded. Mû smiles.

“Nobody’s going to believe me!” he giggles, and Shaka us the one to initiate the kiss this time.

“No one will ever believe us.” He agrees.

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