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fluxydrawings · 6 months
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Radio!! this is dedicated ta the like 5 other rapid eyes fans on here u know who u are
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stellarstarryyy · 5 months
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My favorite part of rapid eyes was when radio said "maybe the real rapid eyes was the friends we made along the way" and then they rapid eyed all over the place
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hideous-art · 5 months
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Quick Radio before bed!
Im love her :']
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raspberry-magic · 1 month
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decided to make human designs for some rapid eyes characters :D (first image is radio, second is false radio, red eyes, and radio)
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qtpiiiii · 5 months
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radio,,, my beloved
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xaq-the-aereon · 6 months
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Drew this bit of Rapid Eyes fanart a few weeks back to vent after a rough day. Just Radio chilling along the dock of the Pier level. What can I say, Radio is best girl. <3
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pumpkin-nic · 3 months
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Tried out digital art for the first time in a while
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Not gonna do it often, but it was fun!
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pumpkazin · 5 months
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i've been thinking about making a rapid eyes (like the unfiction series) discord server... would anyone be interested in joining/possibly modding? 👀
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servantofwrath · 3 months
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more rapid eyes
i relate to mimic radio a little too much
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discoportal · 1 month
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what if they were friends. do you see my vision. they could be besties.
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snowyruby · 3 months
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wanted to try drawing the radio person monster thing cause i love them so much, but i didn't know how i'd go about it. I'd like to think this drawing shows redeyes's corruption cause like i'd imagine red eyes made them, and also made them feel the hate that they do, but i also just thought it would look cool so... very inspired by pitch canker's art, i love that style
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stellarstarryyy · 2 months
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Remember that art trend from 2 months ago that was like "draw your comfort characters as this meme?" Yeah so I finally got around to doing that lmao
Characters featured: nat from the sun vanished and radio from rapid eyes
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All latest mixes from Cinturon Negro radioshow "Rapid Eye Movement" at Radio Flouka
available at Soundcloud
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agayworthfightingfor · 2 months
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Radio from Rapid Eyes and Radio Angel from Chameleon Moon are the same character in my brain
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qtpiiiii · 5 months
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reposting my rapid eyes fanart and TAGGING IT PROPERLY THIS TIME!!! YIPPEE!!!!!
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alastorss · 3 months
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⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆
Alastor's antlers are embarrassingly, pathetically, unbearably sensitive.
He can't for the life of him figure out why—it's not like any of the other transfigured creatures wandering around the underworld were made this way. Most other animal-like sinners don't seem to care about or even acknowledge their characteristics.
Yet here he is, purposefully hiding them away just so that no one will discover his terrible weakness. Oh, what he would give to be like the others if only to ignore their incessantly uncomfortable presence on his head.
Perhaps it was a curse from heaven that made him this way, or karma that he was repaying from his life. Either way, he can't stand being touched.
At least, that's what he thought.
There's no malicious intent behind your hands, no glint in your eye that makes the primal instincts in his head scream at him to melt into the shadows. You're as gentle as can be, fingers running delicately along the intricacies of his antlers and stopping just at the ends of them.
"They're beautiful," you whisper with your eyes blown wide. Your shoulders rise and fall with each rapid breath, probably from the adrenaline of standing so close to an Overlord like this. And Alastor, no less.
Your reliable hotelier. Your first real friend in the hotel. The one whose smile cannot be trusted.
But for some reason, you can't shake the feeling that he's looking at you with pure, genuine appreciation even if his smile is a little wonky.
"Why, thank you, darling!"
He jerks away from you quick as the wind, standing tall once again and towering over you. His expression has morphed into something more strained—you can tell by the way his face creases up as his eyes narrow.
He was the one who decided to invade your personal space while the two of you were arguing. He just didn't think that you would be so bold as to get distracted by his antlers and have the gall to reach out to touch them.
The worst part? The absolute worst part of it all is that no one in all the time he's been in Hell has been gentle with him like that.
Add that to the list of things he despises. Or likes. You're confusing him now.
⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆
You have some nerve, he thinks.
Your hands have found a new home resting atop his head, with your fingers combing through his hair and tracing up and down the curve of his antlers.
It becomes a nightly routine—him on the barstool or sitting in front of the piano and you standing behind him with your fingers tangled in his hair and your chin on his head, perched right between the horns. Others in the hotel have started to raise a brow, but you don't seem to care.
So when you finally decide to break routine, sitting on the opposite end of the couch from him, his eye twitches.
There isn't even an audience tonight, everyone else already tucked into bed save for Husk behind the bar who's too busy with a bottle to care. The silence between you is heavy as lead.
"Is something the matter?" Alastor finally abruptly asks, eyes narrowed at you from the side. You shift uncomfortably.
"Why would something be the matter?"
He's not in the mood for games right now. "This is the first time you've sat away from me in months," he observes.
You look at him, surprised by his hostility over this. "Well, Lucifer told me that you don't like—"
"Lucifer," he interrupts, head now whipping to the side so he can fully glare at you. "Knows nothing."
You blink at him, stunned. With the way he's acting, he almost seems... annoyed that you've decided to stop being so handsy?
Silence overcomes you again as you just stare at each other, completely at a loss of words. Alastor finally realizes his snappiness and composes himself once more, exhaling through his teeth.
His smile softens at you, missing its usual edge. You know him like this the best—head in your lap and antlers exposed. It's familiar to you in a way that it could never be to anyone else. At least, you hope that's true.
"He knows nothing," the radio demon says one more time for good measure, eyes drifting shut under the weight of your hands.
Alastor has never liked to be touched before. But maybe there is a first time for everything, and maybe the safety of your touch brings him enough ease that you're the first he admits he can tolerate.
His smile says it all. He's content like this, even if he would deny it with his chest if you ever told anyone else.
"Okay," you breathe. "I believe you."
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