#new jersey rats badabing

[willowwee]

New Jersey Rats doodles

Ramble: here some random doodles of the rats that i drew when i got bored while waiting for my mom 🔥🔥 i love the idea of Badaboom and Intern being so invested in paper fortune. Badabing def the type of friend that loves to gossip with Intern. I also imagined Intern didnt hesitate to shoot Casey bcs they got petty over what Casey said to them 💀💀

Anyway here a pic of a lobster its funny

[slushiepizza]

epilogue scene but everyone wears themed outfits. also my design for intern! yes i can ALSO draw femme listeners

[ramenwaitr3ss]

My personal headcannons for Characters and listeners from some of the fandoms I’m in!

(Because I’m bored)

Redacted Headcannons^^^

David has a photo of him and Angel in his wallet, whereas Angel has a photo of them and David as their wallpaper.

When Damian gets flustered he also lets off steam slightly.^^

Milo will make SH coffee in the morning in the way they like, with a small note telling them to have a good day at work.

My freelancer has a stomach tattoo that’s under their navel of a heart. And Gavin loves to kiss it^^

Sam and Vincent catch up over tea and wine on occasion, and they mostly talk about their partners lol.

Sweetheart takes naps in the most uncomfortable places, but makes it work somehow.

Baabe and Asher do skincare together every night.

Good Boy Audio headcannons!!

Personal headcannon that the Guardian and Mirin have a noticeable height difference with Mirrin being a foot shorter than them.

Adding onto that I see the Guardian being around 7’ 0-7’ 1 and Mirrin being like 6’ 8-6’ 7

Faithful will sing Karrano to sleep sometimes and Devlin will listen in with a small smile

Albus and Hipswitch are drinking buddies(I don’t know if Hipswitch can even drink, but if he can’t he just is there for the vibes lol).

The Guardian kept a Souvenir they got with Zed when they left, and keeps it in good shape.

Makkaro and his wife, have slow dances on special nights.

I’ve always imagined for me, that Pandora likes to sleep a lot and they’ve fallen asleep on Hades’ shoulder countless times, and now with her having Cerberus she’ll fall asleep with them on occasion.

Escaped Audios!

Jean and intern literally could not keep their hands off each other after everything that happened. Badabing and Badaboom kept saying “Ewwww” each time the two would cuddle, kiss, or anything cutesy.

Benji has a tattoo of his and his wife’s anniversary^^

Crow liked having his hair played with.

Raven constantly plays with her hair as a nervous stim or subconsciously when she’s sitting down watching Tv, or reading, working etc.

Alphonso was one of those really cringy emo kids, and is definitely embarrassed about it lol.

Personal headcanon for my Intern is that they were a singer and dancer, before the events of New Jersey rats.

I forget her name since I’m still new to the series- But the listener for Der Wolfsjäger, is terrified of dogs, and is learning how to deal with them thanks to the series lol.

[piffany666]

Me: I only watched New Jersey rats for that one hot guy

"Oh yeah! Jean right?"

Me:... yes....the age appropriate conventionally attractive man....

Definitely not...

[escapedaudios]

I showed my dad The New Orleans Rats and he lost his shit and started telling me Dad Lore about him and my uncle (his older brother). They had a Stacy. They both dated the same lady from New York at different points in their life, who'd occasionally come in and out of their lives and cause chaos. I've actually heard her mentioned before, but I didn't know what they both dated her. I don't know her real name to this day despite all the times she's been mentioned, because they only ever refer to her as "Madam X". Who the hell was this lady.

This came on the same day that he told me about a shady bank account my (dead) grandpa left with $40k in it that they can't actually inherit because they'd have to untangle some shady shit that my grandpa did to commit tax fraud and hold onto the oil and mineral rights on a property he didnt own anymore. Truly insane, The New Jersey Rats was genetic memory.

[audioroleplayconfessions]

my brother wanted me to give him some names for two characters in a game. I didnt know what to say so i just went “…badabing and badaboom. the bada brothers.” and he was like “badabada boopbap? what kind of alliteration is that?” and i was like “they’re the badabrothers! what’d you expect?”and then a couple of weeks later he’d bring up the names for some reason and im like “SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP” I JUST REGRET TELLING HIM THOSE NAMES BECAUSE HE DOESNT KNOW IT CAME FROM AN AUDIO ROLEPLAY

kill me now please hooly shit. I’LL BE CREATIVE NEXT TIME SO THIS NEVER HAPPENS AGAIN

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[acethetic-trappola]

Look at me, look at me! 나를 바라봐, 나를 바라봐 💕

So I made more widgets with the New Orleans Rats! Been having fun making these type of edits, especially when I try to reflect their aesthetics

Free use if anyone wants to use them! Just credit me, thanks pookie

Bittersweet (Yuurivoice) ver. here!

Edits shown in this post are made by me

Original art by @/palilious

The New Jersey Rats series and its characters belong to @/escapedaudios

[palilious]

Happy to share the official art for Escaped Audio's series The New Jersey Rats!

[p1nkmedusa]

Headcannon: Jean and intern had a lot of “almost kiss” moments between episodes 2 and three and It pissed bing off sooo badly

[alexinnitlive]

I think I can show my intern oc that I made after listening to the new Jersey rats for the first time a few days ago!

Introducing~!

Cecil Rodriguez

Cecil is a calm and laid back guy who was born and raised in Arizona after his parents immigrated from Spain, Cecil is a man who takes any opportunity he can whether those opportunities are dangerous or not, he was a man with an adventurous spirit and is abit eccentric and unhinged when it comes to danger purely because it gives him the excitement and thrill but those traits aside he can make quick and rational thinking and decisions when needed

He is a he/him and pansexual! :D

[piffany666]

I absolutel love this idea

Also your really good at inadvertently making me more confident in sharing my own headcanons cos I had an idea kinda similar

I think its safe to say we'll be seeing more of stacy later on and off course that means drama so lemme set the scean:

Jean is being aggressively hit on by stacy (again) exept this time he isn't falling for ANY of it. The intern sees this, takes their earing off and says to bing "hold this". They pull out their pistol and shoot in the air a couple times, just to get their attention, they blow the smoke off it, saunter on over to them while spinning the gun and then just politely introducing themselves to stacy.

Scaring the sh*t out of both jean and stacy.

Funny idea:

The Tolonis show up in Havana where our dear rats are holed up, thinking they might get a reward for finding them. As they are making threats, the Intern is just sitting at the bar and looking unimpressed. When they’ve had enough of the BS they draw a pistol (I looked it up and citizens can own firearms in Cuba if they have the proper licenses and, we’ll, Guy knew a Guy).

Without even looking at the Cousins, the Intern shoots at them. If one of them is wearing a hat, it is now on the floor with a perfectly aligned bullet hole and the cousin might need to see a barber.

(Headcannon: my Intern was taught to shoot by their grandfather hunting prairie dogs)

[willowwee]

Fun Times

(PRETEND BADABING'S THE ONE THAT SAT NEXT TO THE BUSKER💔💔💔)

Ramble: broooo i havent post in a while, my bad😭😭 been busy with stuff and working on 1 or 2 GBA stuff and bunch of doodles based on My Greasefire Life 4 🗣🗣

[ramenwaitr3ss]

New hyper-fixation unlocked…New Jersey rats and New Orleans rats.

[piffany666]

New Jersey rats intern headcanons!

(Also thank you to @astralbulldragon13 for making the "book of destiny" it kinda inspired me to make this. I'm finally over my "making highly detailed ocs is cringe" phase!)

My intern oc uses they/he pronouns and their name is Jim!

They are Irish Italian

Their mum is from derry and eloped to new Jersey with Jim's dad whos Italian

They both very quickly regretted this decision but they were both kinda stuck

And having kids made it even worse

And I said kids plural cos the intern is giving major chaotic middle child energy

They have autism and one reason they wanted to join the mob was because its their special interest

They made friends by telling people random hyperspecific facts about their intrests

If you knew them chances are you knew about the mob!

Their parents both where really shitty about them being who they where eg. Trans, autistic ect

They are a recovering theater kid

They generally wanted to go into theater as a carer but their parents scared them off that idea

So they went into accounting!

They have THE BEST singing voice

They used to sing for money

They don't as much anymore cos they don't wanna upstage badaboom

Intern and jean are giving MAJOR bi for bi energy

(For those who know) the intern also dated stacy I will die on this hill

I like to think that they met cos they were both singers for the same club at one point

And the intern was the one to brake up with her but stacy wasn't used to being the one who got broken up with

Shes like godzilla she comes into your life ruins everything and gose back into the ocean - escaped audios

So when the intern broke up with her she just straight up broke their arm

Intern and jean both smoke

They have definitely done shit like

Sharing a lighter

Sharing a cigarette

That thing where you use one cigarette to light the other

AND THIS WAS BEFORE THEY STARTED DATING

whenever this would happen badabing would just look at them like -__-

They have tattoos but only on their back so they arnt very visible

(I probably have more but that's all I got for now lol)

[atonalasmr]

LOOK GARY THERE I AM!

The final edition of the official New Jersey Rats cover art! This will feature in the definitive edition of the series, as well as the spinoff. Coming next October.

Art by @palilious!

[urfrenfishy]

Do You Hear Marimbas?

A New Jersey Rats Short Story - M4A - Implied Masc Presenting Listener

I do not own these characters they are all made by the wicked @escapedaudios , this is a fan fiction of said characters :)

notes: this is my first time writing on tumblr please be nice idk how to format this shit, also this takes place a month after the new orlean rats

Intern breathed in, breathed out. This is meant to be fun, it’ll be fun...right?

It had been weeks since Jean and the brothers had told them about Stacy. It had been weeks since they and the brothers planned this. They had weeks of rehearsals. Alone.

Why was this so different? Jean and the brothers the only audience members and they rented out the whole fucking building! Jean won't care if they mess up, he wasn't even aware this was happening to begin with.

God, what were they thinking?! Oh yeah, let's put Intern on a stage in some fancy clothes and they'll sing all sexy for Jean! At a rented-out jazz club! They're sure that's exactly what Jean would like as an impromptu seven-month anniversary gift. A reminder of his ex.

God, they'll probably look so pathetic. Like really? Jazz singing just because his ex was a singer? Talk about insecurity.

But...wait no- this was never a jealousy thing. At least, they never wanted it to be. Well, maybe a little- but come on, you find out your lover's ex was a sexy jazz club singer, and he settled for an accounting intern who has about the same amount of social skills as a Batman villain. You'd feel a little insecure too.

So- no, they wouldn't say this was a jealousy thing, because they knew that Jean wouldn't leave them, or at least, wouldn't leave them over Stacy. They weren't worried about Stacy. Maybe...maybe they just wanted to prove they could be as...cool as she was? Yeah. Cool. They'll try their best.

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"Aight Jean, sit right...there," Badaboom explained as he gripped Jean's shoulders.

"Guys- what's- what is going on right now? I mean, when you put a sack over my head and shoved me in the driver's seat of a car- only to make me drive. With the sack still on my head. Honestly, I don't even know how we survived the trip but- Anyway! What- what are we doing at a jazz club? And why-"

As Jean prattled on, Badabing sat him down, front row. And cut him off because Jesus Christ, Jean.

"Okay okay okay- Jean- Jeany boy, just- just chill out alright? You're gonna like this, we promise!"

The music started (a slightly pitched-up version of Michael Bublé's Sway) and Jean couldn't help but grunt a witty remark.

"You promising anything doesn't actually promise any-"

Then they walked out, he heard them even before he saw them. The click of heels against waxed tempered hardboard. As he turned his head, he felt time slow. They..He had never felt like this before. There was no way to describe it. He couldn’t believe they settled for him. 

At first, he only saw their shoes, he didn't realize they would be so close. Then their legs, god- their legs. Finally, he was able to meet their eyes, only to find they were already locked on his. They weren't wearing their glasses, could they even see him? Doesn't matter. The spotlight behind them, a halo. An angel.

Then they started to sing.

Jean wasn't even listening to the lyrics. Just them. Just their tone. Their cadence. Their eyes. God, he loved them so much.

As the first verse began, they lifted the mic off of its stand and started walking, never breaking their gaze. Jean had never seen them like this. Sure, they knew how to set a mood, and they were pretty charismatic when they wanted to be, but this. Their confidence. Even the way they walked- it was a strut, honestly.

He could feel Badabing staring at him with a shit-eating grin.

"Yeah you're definitely bi-cycleul or however you say it..."

Jean couldn't afford to look away so he just sort of.. whacked his hand around the shorter man's general vicinity to shut him up.

A music break. A moment to focus on the physical alone. And god knows there was a lot to focus on.

Where did they even get that outfit? Jean had never seen it before, did they buy it just for this? Well- yeah that would make sense they had enough money for a lifetime supply of new outfits if they wanted.

Their skin shined under the spotlight, so did their clothes, their hair. But somehow their eyes were always visible- never drowned out in beams.

And soon they were singing again.

"Other dancers may be on the floor,"

Every sway and footstep was a dance. Jean couldn't even imagine how much time they put into this.

"Dear, but my eyes will see only you,"

They stared at him, into him. They reached their hand out to him and it took everything for him not to reach back, he could even feel his hand starting to rise all on its own.

"Only you have that magic technique,"

They receded their hand, twisting the mic back onto its stand and jutting it beside them as if it were their dance partner.

"When we sway, I go weak."

Their knees bent and the mic was dipped, their eyes shut as they held the note, and their eyebrows curled upwards; they almost looked sad. It was beautiful. Jean wasn't ashamed to say he was pretty envious of the mic at that moment.

As they seamlessly transitioned from lyric to lyric, Jean was positively awed. How could they sing a line so- so...seductively? Then immediately jump to the next lyric like it didn't even happen! It was like magic. Hypnosis.

The last chorus, the last verse. Jean didn't think he would survive.

Each note just kept climbing higher, he didn't know they had a range like...like this. Sure, he had heard them singing in the shower occasionally, or in the kitchen when they thought he couldn't hear but...never like this.

They held onto the mic and reached down to Jean, their glove becoming God's hand, and Jean had become their Adam. If only Michelangelo could see humanity now.

The final note was held. Their head momentarily snapped to the left to briefly bend into the mic before it snapped back forward again. And the performance was over. Jesus. Christ.

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They did it. They actually did it. Holy shit, they- they didn't think they'd actually be able to. Knowing their luck they would have tripped on a cord or had a voice crack so bad they'd permanently lose their voice or something but, no they- they really did it!

Sure they probably strained some notes at the end there, and they were so sweaty. Those lights were so hot. They hoped it didn't show. Jean was still staring. Did he like it? He looked like he liked it, but- you can never tell can you?

They were breathing so heavily. This outfit felt so heavy. They really hoped he liked it. They just kept their eyes on him.

Clapping. Oh- The brothers were clapping. Cheering even. And Jean followed. He stood up, cupping his mouth and practically yelling in support. He was always so supportive.

Jean ran up to the edge of the stage as they walked to him. He practically jumped them as he helped them off the edge. Just as their shoes grazed the floor, Jean's arms were already around them.

"Sweetheart that was- I- I don't even have the words-"

They laughed, and he laughed with them. They were so relieved. He didn't think it was weird.

"I'm...I'm just glad you liked it," They rested their hand on his chest, his heart was pounding.

"Liked it? Of course, I liked it, you- you were...I mean- you were fucking gorgeous," His voice grew quiet as his forehead rested on theirs. They loved it when he did this. They felt so close.

They felt even closer when he kissed them. Definitely closer then.

"Alright lovebirds, cut it out, don't make us singles feel too homicidal," Badabing blurted as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

"I don't know, I 'tink it's sweet," His taller brother defended.

"Well, no one asked you, did they?"

Intern always was amazed how those two could turn anything into an argument. The 'lovebirds' chuckled to each other at the sight. Then they felt him tugging on their hand. They turned, he was pulling them towards the stage.

As they walked, the intern gripped his hand tightly and whispered, almost overtaken by the noise of the brothers.

"What are you doing?"

Jean smiled and turned his head to them as they both walked up the steps of the stage, "Taking us backstage."

Oh? Backstage? Alone? Well damn, they thought they performed well but not that well, but they're not complaining.

As soon as the two of them got into the wings, the intern was met with another kiss, a deeper kiss than before.

"Baby- Do- are we really gonna do this here? I mean Badabing and-"

Jean cut them off. His hands gripped their arms.

"You didn't do this because of Stacy right?"

And just like that. Mood, gone. Jean had an unparalleled ability to do that. Intern probably wasn't much better. It took them a second to respond.

"That's...a good question actually, I don't...think so?"

He stared at them, his lips pursed.

"You don't...think.. so?"

"Well- I- Okay it's not- I'm not jealous. I swear to god I'm not. I just...I don't know- I guess- I guess I just wanted to prove myself," They looked down, smiling at the stupidity of it all.

He tilted his head in confusion and inched closer.

"Prove yourself of what?"

"To prove to myself that I'm worthy of you?"

Jean sighed, managing a sad smile. His hands slid from their arms to their back, pulling them towards him. A hug. He breathed in the scent of their hair and they breathed in the scent of his shirt.

"You don't have to prove anything, honey, you've already got me," Jean comforted while he rubbed their back.

"I know," They dug their fingers into his shirt, the fabric felt cool compared to how high their body temperature was.

He slid his hands down and hugged their waist and began to shift his weight back and forth. Soon, so did they. Swaying.

Jean kissed the top of their head.

"I love you so much."

They smiled into the crook of his neck, he felt it.

"I love you too."