#red vs blue caboose

[trashinyourpockets]

One happy family.

[the-team-sucks]

I've upgraded from Doctor Who dinosaurs to Red vs Blue dinosaurs.

[iamamotherfuckingghost]

Why does nobody talk about this

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[itsyouch]

no because I regret EVEN saying that I hate tex as a joke. This scene hurt man....

[little-caboose-on-big-adventures]

We’re making curry! I helped :)

[schizopilled2]

Vash drawings (ft. Caboose & Theta pony)

[plagues02]

War and Cats

Summary: Wash agreed to keep an eye on Caboose during the war on Chorus, but Caboose seemed to disappear on him. Characters: Agent Washington, Micheal J. Caboose Word Count: 1222 Note: I wrote this for my friend @mirror-mariposa. You should check him out!

War was tough for everyone. The Doctors, the soldiers, the civilians (how little there were nowadays). Chorus has so few people now that only the youth, elderly, and terribly injured were considered civilians now.

For some people, this wasn’t their first war, and it was slowly taking its toll on them. Wash and Carolina were once freelancers. Being a freelancer became all they knew for the longest time. Their time in the Great War defined them. The siblings spoke often about those times to each other, but they rarely spoke about it with others. It felt more comfortable that way. They rarely mentioned their lives before joining the Reds and Blues to others. No one pushed them; it wasn’t their place. They all knew the two had a hard time.

However, a lesser known fact about the team, Wash and Carolina weren’t the only members who fought in the Great War. No one would expect that someone from Blood Gulch would have fought in the war; none of them were fit to be in the war in their current state. Yet, the Reds and Blues knew about Caboose’s past. They knew of his purple heart and why he had it. They had an ex-Spartan on their side.

War took its toll on them, mentally and physically, the first time, and it was taking its toll the second time as well. Everyone’s body ached from the almost constant training and battling they took part in, and their mental states had seen better days. It was reopening old wounds for the Great War veterans.

Wash fell back into trying to force people to see him as a leader. He found himself being bossy and a little too harsh towards the younger soldiers without meaning to; Carolina was always there to snap him out of it. Carolina would start spending more time alone, pushing herself further than she should be. Church did all he could to stop her from doing that and to take a rest, and when he couldn’t, he would get Wash’s help.

However, Caboose was different. He acted like his usual self from before they joined the war, and it seemed like nothing was bothering him. He was as air-headed as always, maybe even more so, but only people who knew him very well would be able to tell that. Tucker and Church had mentioned that he seemed off a few times. This led Wash to agree to keep an eye on Caboose the best he could with how much the ex-Spartan moved around.

Wash started to wonder why he was the one to agree to this one day when it seemed extra hard to find Caboose anywhere. He wasn’t in his room. Nor was he in the training room, nor the weapons room, or with any of the Red and Blues. There was nowhere else he could look, or so he thought. Stepping outside to clear his head, he heard Caboose’s voice nearby.

“You know, it’s not that bad, really. I mean, what would John say if he saw me freaking out now? I fought in worst battles.”

Wash’s eyebrows furrowed at the words. He was talking to someone? Everyone who it could be was inside; Wash knew everyone was from looking for Caboose. He also didn’t think Caboose would be one to talk so casually with an enemy like he was, unless it was to mislead them.

The ex-freelander’s steps were as quiet as he could make them, following the sound of Caboose’s voice. He wasn’t too far from the main building, but he was near a smaller building that they didn’t use. Wash stopped at the corner of the building and peeked out at the other man.

Caboose was sitting on the ground with his helmet off, resting on the ground by his side. His hair was getting too long, falling into face, and his eyes looked tired. Wash finally saw who he was talking to.

In his lap, there was a small cat. It didn’t look like a kitten, but it definitely looked undersized for a full grown cat. It had long orange fur that was dirty and part was matted.

“Meow”

“I know, I know,” Caboose smiled softly, reaching into one of his armor’s pockets. “I brought something for you.”

The man held out his hand flat towards the cat. The cat sniffed whatever it was before stepping closer, tilting its head down. Food, he was feeding it.

“That’s all I could bring you this time, Garf. I’ll try to bring some more later.”

The cat looked up at Caboose and mewed before rubbing its head against his hand. It finished the food before starting to make circles in Caboose’s lap, curling into a ball.

The blue armored man ran his hand over the cat and started to speak again, “It’s not so bad… Church is still here to yell at me for my screw ups.”

His words sounded forced, like he was trying to convince himself of these. “It reminds me of Blood Gulch… I miss it there.”

“You would like it there,” Caboose tilted his head a little, looking down. His eyes softened. “I would keep you nice and fed, and you could come inside, and you could sleep in my bed, and… and we wouldn’t be fighting a real war.” His shoulders drooped a little as he went on. A sigh left his lips.

Wash decided it was time to make himself known. He slowly walked over, still trying to make his footsteps as quiet as possible. The ex-freelancer pulled his helmet off.

“There you are.”

Caboose’s head snapped up, taking a moment to realize who it was. He made himself smile at the other man. Without his helmet, Wash could tell it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Washington!”

Wash forced a smile back. “Hey, Caboose.”

The older man sat on the ground in front of the other. The cat, Garf, lifted its head to look at the newcomer. Wash reached his hand up to allow the cat to sniff him. The cat did before mewing and laying its head back down. The man smiled softly before looking up, pulling his hand back.

“You doing okay, buddy?”

Caboose opened his mouth to respond, but Wash first added, “Caboose, don’t lie. Do you need to talk?”

The ex-Spartan hesitated, rubbing the cat’s head with his thumb. “...I don’t like this, the fighting and the noises and killing and…”

A sigh left the ex-freelancer’s lips. “I know, I don’t either,” he glanced back down at the cat in the Blue’s lap. “Hey, why don’t we go back inside? That cat could use a bath, and I think I could help sneak more food to it.”

Caboose perked up at this, eyes widening. He stared at the other man, wondering if he was telling the truth. Wash nodded at him. The Blue’s smile became genuine as he got off the ground, holding the cat in one arm. He grabbed his helmet with his free hand before starting to rush towards the main building. Wash smiled to himself as he got up to follow.

War was hell, and it was taking its toll on them all. But maybe with a cat around base, it would help at least one get through it all, and that was better than nothing.

[fragmented-ghost]

My brother and I were chatting when he asked me "what do you think Franklin Delano Donut smells like?" Which led to a long conversation about the rest of Reds and Blues and what they smelled like, here's what we came up with

Donut smells like whatever Perfume or Cologne he decided to wear that day, he has a variety

Church smelled pretty bad when he had a human body, but once he was a robot he just smelled like metal (shocker)

Lopez and Tex both smell like oil or gasoline

Caboose smells like smoke, nuff said

Sarge smells like gunpowder, like overwhelming so, what the fuck

Grif smells like a mixture of BO and whatever the most pungent thing he last ate was

Simmons smells like a mixture of generic men's bodysoap and car air freshener

Tucker smells like AXE body spray ("tell me he's not the kind of guy who thinks AXE is the epitome of smells"- My brother)

Carolina smells... Normal, like whatever soaps she using at the time, she doesn't have a particular brand she stays with

Wash smells like nothing, like he's clean and hygienic but he doesn't smell like anything, no one knows how but he found soaps that make it so you don't have a scent at all ("it's to hide from the [police] dogs")

Kai bathes regularly but she probably still smells like alcohol ("and weed")

We didn't talk about Doc but if I had to make a guess he probably smells really strongly of essential oils, like really minty and shit

[plagues01]

(Tes) ShipTober - Dream

As this is multifandom and I'm a multifandom artist, I drew Kidd and Caboose!! They're talking about their dreams of running a flower shop together when they retire

[blueberrythefrog]

Wanted to test out the polls.. and what better way to do so.. than to see how far the chaos goes with the RVB fandom? Remember, be civil (if you choose other) and have fun with this! :)

[mokuknight]

"Brothers in arms, we greet you with open-"

"YOU'RE NOT CHURCH."

"..Huh? I-I didn't-" *Caboose jumpscare from behind "WHERE IS HE WHY ARE YOU DRESSED LIKE HIM"

[trashinyourpockets]

Oof.

So, I was thinking about Epsilon and Caboose and how Epsilon is so used to being abandoned that I just realized.

Caboose never left. He stays with him.

He stays with this supposed memory of his dead best friend, who, for all we know, is experiencing the worst time of his short life inside the unit, reliving memories of lives that aren't even his, and then that memory just hears someone talking to him.

Telling all these stories, treating him like another person, and always coming back.

And I can't help but feel that it was a grounding point for him, to be distracted by these stories instead of the painful memories that he'd soon repress until there was no other way than to remember.

Or I'm projecting.

Anyway, Caboose is awesome, Epsilon is my blorbo, and I am reaching hard to excuse my personal headcanons.

[too-cool-for-facebook]

I just thought of something funny: Michael J. Caboose - "Caboose" is his last name, his family's name. We named our blue truck after him. If our truck is named Caboose, it's from the Caboose family. But it's a machine.

Ergo, Michael fucked Sheila.

[iamamotherfuckingghost]

Chubby Church!! (I know he's a robot here but shut up nobody asked)

(Almost) Nobody makes him chubby and that makes me sad

[itsyouch]

Ah Caboose is so silly+dumb XP

[little-caboose-on-big-adventures]

Some pictures of Caboose’s beach trip today! His friend joined in on the marshmallow roasting but declined a s’more- sharks can’t have chocolate..