#galra arm

[sleepyssnail]

Shiro with an altean style prosthetic!

I really like the altean color scheme and needed to see this happen.

If anyone has any requests for voltron edits please let

[picsofshiro]

[littlespacestars]

This gave me so many problems and took way too long, so sorry in advance BUT THIS IS FOR @shiroganesallura!! Happy belated birthday, Mykah, you precious cursed sunshine flower!! I hope you had a good birthday week. <33

Mykah asked me for protective Shiro annnnnnd we were all talking about Shiro with wings in the discord SO THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED.

Also, happy Shallura month, lovelies!

[i-dont-even-knoww]

After giving it some thought I’ve decided I’m not mad about the Galra cloning Shiro.

They literally made a space daddy factory.

We should be grateful! It’s like Oprah! You get a Shiro! And you get a Shiro! And let’s not forget that they’re completely and totally obedient!!! You could tell your Shiro to be the a sweetheart in the streets and a beast in the sheets and he would do exactly that. You could tell your Shiro to do literally anything AND HE WOULD.

Not to mention that arm tho 😏😏😏😏

[everensce]

Dark Shiro

Happy Halloween you guys! even though im a bit late! Here's some evil/dark Shiro for our Shiro needs. <3 :* idk what to background so I just copied one of the scenes in the series showing the insignia of the Galra empire.

[geeklyfanboying]

“Defenders of the Universe, huh? Has a nice ring to it.“ I didn’t take as many pics as I should have on how I made Shiros arm but I basically started by wrapping my arm in seran wrap and then duck tape to make a pattern from. I transferred the pattern to paper and then did a test fitting with the paper pattern and adjusted it before I transferred the pattern to foam. The bicep piece is a little lose only because I made it to fit my arm when I was flexing since I didn’t want it to be too tight around my “guns”...... sorry =P I used 6mm foam for both pieces and some 2mm foam for a section on the forearm piece. Everything is sealed with Plasti Dip, I didn’t modge podge it since I still wanted it to be somewhat flexible w/o cracking. The glove is an armored glove I had lying around from airsofting that I didn’t use (I got lazy) Everything is painted using a silver water based ink that allowed me to control how dark or shinny it was and it dried super quick. Shiro pic by Catboxphotography

[inconsistentimaginings]

I decided to make poor Shiro suffer for Poisoned, as if he hasn’t already been through enough...

[ave-aria]

"Do you need a hand?" Shiro & Lance

*Salutes* Say no more.

–

Two days ago, Pidge disappeared into the Castle’s R&D labs, giddy and babbling about alien tech and highly advanced prosthetics. Shiro’s metal arm was laid out on a workbench inside, awaiting repairs and enhancements. Predictably, no one had seen Pidge since.

“I’m getting worried.” Shiro admitted, casting a glance at the locked lab door. “Is everything ok in there? How long will this take?”

“Pidge is fine,” Lance reassured. “Hunk and I have been enforcing a schedule. Two square meals and six vargas of sleep per quintaint.”

“…Good,” Shiro said, moderately relieved. He shifted a bit, concern still on his face. “Honestly though, I… I feel a bit exposed without my prosthetic,” he admitted, sending Lance a shaky smile. “I hope Pidge finishes soon, before the Galra attack again. I’m unarmed.”

(Warning sign #1, Lance would later note. Slipped right past him.)

“What? You’ll be fine,” Lance said, leading Shiro away. “Why don’t you go do something? Keep your mind busy?”

“…I guess Coran did need a second pair of hands in the lab,” Shiro said, straight-faced.

(Warning sign #2 and Lance was blind. Blind, I tell you.)

“Sounds like a plan,” Lance nodded, smiling. They reached the elevator and Lance tapped the call button. Then, with poor word choice, he sealed his fate. “You might have trouble moving those boxes with just one arm though. Do you need a hand?”

A pause. Lance stared at Shiro, blood draining from his face.

“I thought Hunk said you didn’t like puns!” Shiro said, ecstatic.

“It was an accident!” Lance threw his hands out, frantic. “It was an accidental pun and no one can say otherwise–”

“But you’re right, I could use a hand,” Shiro chirped, looking unfortunately pleased at Lance’s contribution. “Sadly, you can’t really find Galra prosthetics just lion around…”

Oh no. Lance stared with dawning horror at his leader, his hero, as pun #1 and pun #2 retroactively clicked. The elevator chose that moment to appear with a Ping! like a cheerful, mocking soundtrack to Lance’s misery. Arm puns. I’m doomed.

Shiro stepped into the elevator, motioning at the buttons. “Could you operate the controls?” he asked politely. “I’m not sure I can handle it right now.”

Lance groaned and stepped into the elevator, wordlessly clicking the button that led to Coran’s workstation.

“I just have one question,” Lance said as the doors slid shut behind them. “Did Hunk corrupt you with his own puns? Or have you always been this way?“

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