#ask trapper

[meet-the-trapper-tf2]

Ask me about anyone(ocs, mercs etc) and i’ll try respond

(Mod is working on domination lines rn so please be patient!!)

send me 🕯️to hear my character's inner thoughts about your character.

[trapperjohn]

[regular-gnome]

could you draw papa titan backhanding the fuck out of belos

(also i love your art)

absolutely (danke!:P)

[letternotekisses]

Could you do something for The trapper? Along the lines of getting caught in one of his traps in a game and he can't resist getting a good feel, it would be a waste to just be put on hook afterall!!

ily anon <3 cw for v slight mention of the trapper jerkin it, blood n gore and non consensual touching

You were his favourite.

You were keen and diligent, always glancing up and down to spot the glimpse of the metal jaws he'd primed in the greenery. You knew who he was - a hunter, tracking you through the dirty moss and bristling reeds in wait of your delicate ankles falling victim to his traps. Evan had waited so long to snatch you up, yet it seemed at every trials end you were disappearing into the fog - just out of arms reach.

This trial, however, felt different. Maybe the entity had finally heeded his requests in the bloodweb - his gnarled mask staring into the fire as he carelessly threw in another offering. Or rather, she'd heard his heavy grunts ringing out through the ironworks - Evan's breaths billowing out behind his mask in raspy moans that sounded suspiciously like your name.

Either way - his prize came forth in the form of a suspiciously easy trial - where he'd still yet to catch you. You'd tried your best in the end, unhooking your little friends every time Evan had strung them up like pigs to bleed, but it just wasn't enough. He seemed faster, stronger this round - cleaving through the other survivors like butter and leaving little old you all alone to find the hatch.

All it took was for one little misstep, the stress of your situation leaving you less alert than usual and allowing you the misfortune of stumbling right into the jagged metal of one of his traps. A shiver of dark delight fell over Evan once he heard your scream sound out into the cold air, why, you were only a few metres away, you sneaky little thing.

You claw at your ankle, hands slicked with blood as you try so desperately to pry the metal jaws away from your torn flesh. Your grip is made worse by the watery mud of the swamp, and it isn't long until you hear the thundering footsteps of the Trapper behind you, your heart hammering like a little hummingbird in your chest.

He's quick to splay a broad hand out on the small of your back, pushing you harshly into the mud so he can crane the trap off of your ankle. Evan can hear your pained whimpers, face buried into the crook of your arms as you wait for him to pick you up, or worse, mori you. Instead, the Trapper takes great satisfaction in moving his calloused hand underneath you, propping you up so he can rut himself against your back.

Evan practically growls against the back of your head, the gnarled carving of his mask jutting into your soft cheek. His breaths are thick and rugged as he reaches to palm your soft tits through the fabric of your top - your confused, indignant whimper only made it all the more delicious. He palms your hip in a deceptively soothing manner, his fat, heavy cock stiffening against the cleft of your ass.

But alas, the Entity hungers. The Trapper pulls away almost reluctantly, the Entity had gifted him greatly this trial - Evan would make sure to keep in her good graces for trials much like this in the future. You cry and squirm as he hoists you up, kicking against the broad wall that is his back when he stands straight, a hand kept firm on your ass in a very indiscreet manner. He growls, feeling his cock chubbed up against his boiler suit.

It's a damn shame to watch the Entity take you away, your body ascending into the sky as Evan observed, a pleased rumble reverberating through his chest. He continues to think about it long after the trial had ended.

When you pop back up at your shabby little campfire, confused and stammering as your survivor friends crowd you in attempts at comfort - Evan watches on from the treeline, palming at himself through his overalls. Now that the Entity had gifted him a taste of you - he only wanted more.

Poor sweet thing, you had no idea what was ahead of you now.

[tojisun]

simon is a thirst trap king okay ???

especially in a relationship with you. he loovveesss sending thirst trap videos and pics cause he's a fucking whore and he LOVES your reactions.

imagine he sends you this video of himself walking in the rain in a thin t-shirt that hugs his muscles:

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8JJerVp/

I'M S(CREAMING) 🛐🛐🛐🛐

also simon lowkey has a tik tok where he posts these thirst traps because YOU want him to 😭

OH MY GODDD

im giggling but simon is a thirst trap king for sure!! his body is great, with the scars and all, and he knows it and i love that so much!

it starts with a gym pic—a black compression shirt, some shorts, and his beautiful tatted delts on display. has your mouth watering so you send him appreciative comments, chirping how he looks good and that wow he should really come home soon. (he did lol)

then it exploded into something permanent when you posted it on your socials—“ribbon challenge with my man” and it’s him tearing through the pink bow on his bicep by flexing, and people, rightfully so, are interesteddd

he starts an account per your suggestion, and every post a video he’s already sent you so he always dedicates them to you. he always tags your user in every post, and there are no hashtags or anything, and he limits the comments to only you because you’re truly the only target audience he needs 🙂‍↕️

sure his friends start featuring in them (number one liked video was when he dumped his phone on price and this man was so sleep deprived, he thought he’s on a facetime call or smthn and just started murmuring, “hey. yeah how are you?” (this greeting is just muscle memory) “sorry i can’t hear you well because the kids (he means the boys) are loud but when are they not. hello? i cant hear you—” he brought the phone close to his forehead. “hello? simon! the call’s been dropped, i think!”) but it’s always videos of him flexing, or showing off his back, or his tits to you first then to the masses LOL

but yea this man thirst traps well. needs to tease you first, you know?

(you start retaliating and, well, simon can no longer let the lads borrow his phone)

[thelatecaptainpierce]

Thank you for the Trapper Monday. I am feeling absolutely normal (lying). <3

A blessed Trapper Monday to us all <3

[hawkeyeslaughter]

fake mash plots — “ potato , potato “

hawkeye and trapper have their first real spat when an ailment with a post - op case befuddles them and they disagree on the cause of it , putting sidney to work during his visit as he tries to resolve the stiff tension between them . klinger picks at some of father mulchay’s beliefs when he interrupts one of his sermons with a question he had not yet considered before . in response , mulcahy questions the rest of the 4077th about their beliefs to try and find an answer .

[fishyvamp]

I think Tarhos, Trapper, Danny, frankly all of the killers really, would come with me to my doctors appoitment and threaten the doctor if they weren't taking my issues seriously, love them for that

This hits close to the chest, doctor's ignoring signs brushing you off. Suddenly your notes include hypochondria, history of severe mental illness, or some other way to discredit you for every cynical half assed doctor who sees your notes. Maybe not every killer, but enough of them for sure and these are violent and passionate killers. If you are their world, oh boy the doctor better hope that they only piss the one off who isn't stab happy dump their body in the woods kind of person.

Just for my sanity and so I can live vicariously through my own writing this will take place in a modern!AU though if you want a more period accurate one I'd indulge.

Evan Macmillan, The Trapper, is from one the most influential families in the city. What the fuck do they mean his doll is a lazy and should lose weight?! You're trying everything to get better, but you can barely get out of bed. Your limbs feeling like lead most mornings. He shows up holding your hand as he listens to the doctor adress him and not you. Telling him, not you that it's all about diet.

Evan Macmillan is short tempered, he tries to hard to control it, but the fact that the doctor is talking to him and not you and asking him for the information has him screaming at the doctor as you try to calm him down. The man is seeing red, hating himself for prioritizing the work at the mine instead of your health. If the doctor doesn't agree to at least test Evan will make sure the doc is blacklisted to hell and back, because you don't deserve to live like this without at least answers.

Tarhos Kovács, The Knight, is a veteran, turned mercenary, who enlisted way too young. He's seen too many fall apart from neglect and you are his world. He knows you are trying and he knows you want to get better. Your eyes full of tears whenever you come home a new bottle of pills in a brown paper bag. You hurt all the time, your head hurts all the time. Days on end in bed, you feel bad that with little time he is home is spent with him caring for you. Surely he would want someone less broken.

One too many times this has happens and he's driving to the doctors office leaving you at home just so he can yell at someone. The doctor would be preferred, but he'll settle on an administrator to threaten and scream at. They haven't done any scans ever for you and you've dealt with this longer then you have known him. It hurts him to know that you're being ignored. For some strange reason you get a call saying the doctor wants scans on the book for a more comprehensive look.

"Jed Olsen", The Ghostface, is silent rage kind of guy. You insisted that he didn't need to come. You're still freshly dating only a few months, but he knows your ill and knows you've been ignored Everytime you've asked for help. You're afraid he's going to scream at the doc make a scene and just generally be embarrassing. You know he's angry, he's got that look in his eye that You've only seen when he said he had business to take care of weirdly smelled of bleach the next day. However that didn't happen instead you watch him pull out a thick pocket journal opening it up.

Turns out he's been monitoring you closely and that smart watch he got you was him preparing for this. He starts rattling off any and every unusual thing he's noted and is even willing to give a copy to the doc to go over. Hard to say it's in your head when the details are all written down. The doc says he needs to look over it to figure out what tests he wants to run but there was enough there for him to justify it. "Jed" is just happy to see that look of relief on your face knowing that something might finally happen even if there is no cure at least you're a step closer to finding out what it might be. He also starts taking your vitals more openly now that his secret is out.

Philip Ojomo, The Wraith, has been ignored enough time himself to know who is the right doctor to go to. Someone who will actually listen to you, someone who looks horrified as you explain why you just stopped trying to figure out what is wrong with you. Philip doesn't care how far the two of you have to travel for you to get proper care, he'll take work off to drive hours to get you to a specialist. He doesn't see it as a chore, he loves you and this; this is just him caring for the one he loves more then the air itself. He'll even carry you inside when you inevitably pass out on the drive home.

[paulgadzikowski]

Could I request a comfort sketch of Julian Bashir hanging out in the Swamp?

(this is basingstokemercury if that didn't give it away)

[deadbydangit]

Hellu, if you’re still doing requests, then could you please answer what the killers (Knight, Ghostface and Trapper) would like in an ideal partner??

If not then that’s okay too 🫶

Hmm, yeah I think I can do that! Sorry this took a long while. Please enjoy

What they would like in an ideal partner

Knight, Ghostface, Trapper

Knight

Tarhos is, first and foremost, a knight.

You would have to understand that.

As much as he loved you, his duties came first.

That said, he wouldn't totally neglect you.

But he's frequently busy, so he couldn't be with somebody who's clingy or needs constant attention.

You would need to be independent and sure of yourself.

He may be gone for months at a time, unable to see you.

That being said, he will remain loyal.

As far as anyone goes, Tarhos is one of the most loyal people out there.

Even when tempted by others, he will remain true to you.

He would need somebody who's just as loyal as he is.

He would absolutely have to get along with his men.

You don't have to love them.

He's highly aware Alajandro can be extremely annoying.

But you need to treat them with the respect they deserve.

He's not very much into public displays of affection.

That is something he reserves for time and private.

If you're the super touchy feely type, he isn't the type for you.

Even when he's alone, he's not the best at displaying affection.

Little pats on the head, a hand on the shoulder, maybe a kiss on the cheek.

He also needs to be the dominant one in the relationship.

As in, he's the one in charge.

He couldn't deal with someone who's overly bossy or tries to take charge of him.

On the other hand, he couldn't deal with somebody who's super meek and submissive.

He needs someone to know when to listen to him, but also is able to be independent and care for themselves.

Ideally, he wants to be taller than his partner.

Which isn't terribly hard; have you seen how tall he is?

Other than that, he doesn't pay mind to many physical attributes.

Tarhos wants a person who will both obey and challenge him.

He may not crave too much physical affection, but it is a person's presence, how they carry themselves, and how they conduct themselves in the face of adversaries that he finds the most attractive.

Combine that with a deep sense of loyalty and undying respect. You have yourself a match made in heaven.

Ghostface

Not sensitive.

Danny cannot deal with sensitive people.

He's kind of an asshole, let's be honest here.

He's crude, rude, loud, obnoxious, and a whole litany of other negative attributes.

He needs somebody who isn't afraid to laugh at things.

Gross things.

Morbid things.

Downright disturbing things.

He's the guy showing you pictures of dead survivors and expecting you to laugh at them with him.

He also needs somebody with a good sense of humor in general.

Serious people?

"Boring."

He's going to be pulling pranks on you. Some of them are really over the line.

Surprisingly, he wouldn't want somebody who scares easily.

Sure, Danny would have fun with it at first.

But, after a while, it would just lose its thrill.

He wants someone that's hard to scare. Someone that presents a challenge.

He would prefer to be the dominant one in relationships, but he could care less.

As long as it doesn't affect his work, you could take the lead if you wanted to.

He surprisingly super touchy feely.

In public and in private.

He needs someone who's down to cuddle whenever wherever.

He's also got a whole list of nicknames for you. So you have to be okay with that.

Babe, hottie, sexy, baby, etc.

Physical appearance isn't too much of a concern for him.

He'd be a hypocrite if he said anything about it.

"I wear a cloak and a mask. I don't give a shit what you look like."

Although, it would be a plus if you were able to keep up with him.

He wants to bring you on his jobs, show you what he does.

Maybe even include his partner in on a few murders.

It's not a requirement, but it would certainly be a plus.

Danny really wants someone to keep up with him, to encourage and challenge him, and to show him the affection and love he craves.

Trapper

Someone not clingy, that's for sure.

Evan doesn't have time to have someone hanging on him like a baby monkey all the time.

He has things to do. Traps to make. People to kill.

He's a busy man.

He needs a partner that understands that. That will give him space when he needs it.

Even when he's not working, Evan is a rather introvert individual.

He prefers his quiet alone time to time spent with others.

He couldn't be with a chatterbox either.

That's not to say he wants his partner completely quiet. He just values his quiet time.

He's the one wearing the pants in the relationship.

No exceptions.

That's not to say he'll be cruel.

He's just going to be the one making the majority of the decisions.

Part of it comes from the time he was raised in, and the other part was how he was raised.

He doesn't like to talk about his feelings or emotions.

Again, part of his upbringing.

So he needs someone to respect that.

He prefers his partners to be educated.

They don't have to be geniuses, but they need to possess some sort of education.

Appearances aside, Evan is a highly intelligent individual who craves deep meaningful conversations about the mysteries of the world.

He also isn't super touchy feely.

Especially in public.

In private, he actually doesn't mind if you're showing him affection with hugs and kisses.

He actually loves it, he just doesn't know how to give it back.

Again, how he was raised.

He is, however, extremely protective.

Evan wants a partner that he can protect.

He won't be offended if you're able to protect yourself, but he'd like to play the role of protector.

Physical appearance, he wants someone smaller so he can feel like he's able to protect them.

Which, again, isn't difficult. Look at that man!

Otherwise, he isn't too picky.

He does, however, want someone clean.

If you're slobbish or uncouth, Evan will become easily disgusted.

You don't have to dress to the nines all the time, but be clean cut.

Evan desires somebody who can match him in intellect. Someone he can protect and hold at night. Someone who loves him and sees through his stoic nature. Someone who can finally break past his shell.

[regular-gnome]

if papa Titan himself threw it back

would the pure tectonic power produced by his clapping ass-cheeks reverberate throughout the planet

that is one of the funniest things anyone has send to me here

[letternotekisses]

letterrrr ohhh lettteerrr

do you still write for the trapper

i need more of him after i’ve read that old one

pleaseeeeeee

(18+mdni) oh!!! a trapper request in my inbox!!! at last!! pls take whatever this is!!

You'd become much too accustomed to the jaws of his traps.

You could spot the rusty metal primed along the greenery, sharp edges glinting at you through the foliage and casting a shadow in the moonlight. Every creak or groan of the weary steel you had memorised, each one presenting a different meaning, whether he be setting it down to snare the delicate ankles of your poor friends, or cleaning it over his lap in the quiet, whispering heart of the entity.

You'd been around him too much. His gnarled mask always reflecting shimmers of the campfire over your shoulder, draining the crackling warmth from your bones. Eventually your guilt crept in and sunk its claws deep, cloying enough to spur you away from the safety of the campfire and lead him away where he couldn't hurt any of the other survivors in a territorial dispute. But as far as Evan was concerned, you were already his.

It's only fair that you come home with him. After all, you'd spent far too long wandering those woods aimlessly. A constant tingle up your spine that read Evan wasn't far behind, herding you towards the MacMillan estate like a wolf in careful pursuit of a rabbit, hoping it doesn't catch his scent on the wind. He wants you to think it's your idea, to send you fleeing right into the centre of his grounds so he can swoop in and claim you on home turf, snapping you up into the hungry, slobbering jaws of the wolf.

And so, much to his macabre delight, the Ironworks became your second home. And in his domain, it became almost impossible to avoid him. But Evan was a patient man, he'd waited and worked so hard for the Entity, he won't spoil it all by scaring you off, to send you bolting back into the woods like your instinctual nature told you to.

Even if he wanted to take chase, to hunt you down and pin you in the dirt like his own instincts screamed, to bare his jaws around your throat and feel your pulse hammer beneath his tongue. To tempt fate as he indulges in your soft, unmarred flesh.

Eventually you become needy. Lonely and starved of whatever fleeting comforts you had back at that shabby little campfire, and he doesn't even have to chase you down because you start sniffing around. You come to him, peeping around the basement wall at him with wide, cautious eyes as he's tending to the jaws of his traps. Strong, beefy arms tensing with each pull of the creaking metal, the work almost so artful you don't think he notices your gaze.

He does. Letting you inch closer and closer to him under the pretence that he hasn't caught wind of you, until he can hear the soft breaths parting your pretty lips. Evan is a vast monster of a man, but he takes your hand tenderly to guide you onto his lap, spreading you over a thick thigh and luring you closer with gentle, uncharacteristic touches. It's an unspoken agreement, the security of his arms extended either side of you while he gets back to work and you sap the horribly human warmth from his skin. You feel guilt billow thickly in your lungs as his heavy breaths cast down onto the nape of your neck, shame flooding your body with heat - because you like it.

You shift, squirming as if uncomfortable and it has the Trapper pausing behind you, letting the traps mechanisms clatter down onto the wooden workbench loudly as his breathing thickens against your skin. His overalls are thick and rough, doing exactly what they're designed to do, but it doesn't mask the hot mass prodding your inner thigh. It doesn't mask your shame, either, but that doesn't stop you from grinding against it like a desperate bitch in heat. What would the others think?

He rasps against you, huge body wired straight as a hand encompasses the fat of your hip and kneads it, encouraging you, take what you need. Pitiful whimpers mingling with the chittering whispers of the Entity as you get off using a monster man twice your size, but the gnarled carving of his mask scraping your shoulder reveals who's really in control.

He grunts, gruff and mean when he yanks your trousers down, two thick, probing fingers pulling your underwear aside to find his prize - his gift for being so patient. You make a low noise that reads shame at how wet you were when he pulled his fingers away, but he only laughs cruelly, raspy and hedonistic against your skin, his chest vibrating and sending skittering goosebumps across your flesh. Evan scoots you up, wedging you between him and the worktop, his big fingers stuffing themselves into your went cunt deeply enough to make you jolt, squeezing him impossibly deeper with a shameful squeal.

Evan wants to devour you, blood rushing past his ears between your soft cries and his heavy breathing muting out around his dirty thoughts, but there would be time for that later. You were so pliant, soft and sweet as he twists his fingers, your lips forming a small 'o' as your cunt greedily accepts him in. He was rewarding you, tender and giving before he got his way, for being so good and accepting him as the only one for you, for welcoming him in and being so warm, so inviting around his fingers.

He - the Trapper, a beast you should have stayed away from - follows your every move, drawn tight like a predator ready to spring, you arch your hips higher to chase the climbing pleasure, to help angle his thick fingers deep inside and excite him by squeezing down, offering yourself up like dinner to the hungry wolf. It isn't long before he reaches the end of his patience, his hospitality waning as his hand encompasses your side, kneading the plush flesh as he manhandles you into a position that suits him.

Face down, ass up. Pretty pussy all on display for him as he pulls himself free, his fat cock hot, hard and heavy in his hand. You wiggle your hips invitingly - and he all but snarls. Pressing you down harshly as he mounts you from behind, thick tip brushing through your folds and making you twitch before he roughly pushes inside and drives himself deep, heavy balls twitching against your backside. Your legs are spread wide to accommodate his sheer size, your soft breasts heaving with each struggling breath as he forces your jaw open, hooking two huge, salty fingers behind your molars to grant leverage to fuck your cunt harder, deeper. Evan wants to tear into your softness, bury a place for himself and root deep, to make sure you remember the feel of him inside. Each soft noise that escapes you is laden with want and dirty shame, but he'd take you back and fuck you in front of them all if that's what it took to prove his claim over you.

He'll bend you over any surface and rut into you until it sticks, while you whimper and moan at the aching stretch between your legs, prodding deep against your cervix until you feel him in your belly. If you sit on his face he'll eat his way to your heart. He wants and wants and wants, an insatiable starving beast quelled only by the flowery scent of your skin, and the fact you came to him first meant you wanted too, you were just too shameful to verbalise it.

That's okay. He'll fuck it out of you no matter how long, or how many tries it takes.

[fallandfigs]

If no one else asks I also want to say Trapper for the meme now.

Thanks again! Always love talking about Trapper (although my read of him may be a little biased haha). Also apologies again for the length of this, I'm not sure how it happened...

How I feel about this character

I am an unapologetic Trappergirl. I love him. He lives rent free in my head and I cannot stop thinking about him. Why? I have no idea. But for some reason, he’s the character that’s stuck with me the most.

But to try to break it down a little – I actually think the thing I keep coming back to is how comfortable he is being Hawkeye’s second. It’s an interesting trait and one I’d argue we don’t see a ton of in the show going forward. Ego ends up becoming a meaty subject for just about all the surgeons, but curiously Trapper seems not to have much of one. He’s missing that competitive gene in a lot of ways. And I think that’s part of why he’s so comfortable out of the spotlight. In another world, Trapper could have been pissed that Hawkeye is just handed the Chief Surgeon title, but he isn’t. He’s just happy for Hawkeye all the time. The ultimate support person. And that’s endlessly interesting to me. Because even if you’re happy being a follower, happy spending so much of your time supporting someone else, you still have feelings, right? You’re still a person with emotional needs. But you’ve set your life up such that your emotions are not likely to be a priority. And I think more times than not, that’s what breeds resentment in this kind of leader-follower dynamic. But that’s not the case with Trapper. He’s happy with this dynamic. He’s happy to prioritize Hawkeye. And that will never not be interesting to me. It says a lot about Trapper.

To be clear, this is in no way a knock on Hawkeye – I think he’s more than happy to support trapper if he knows something’s up. But the key phrase there is if he knows something’s up. He supports Trapper in Kim, where he’s fully aware of the adoption plot. But he has no idea about the ulcer in Check-up until Trapper tells him. Trapper even mentions the pain waking him up at night but that’s news to Hawkeye. Which is fine. Trapper wasn't advertising it and he does tell Hawkeye when asked. He’s not hiding things per se, he’s just also not offering them up. It’s just not the flow of their thing. And again, I think Trapper likes it that way! Which, for me, is fascinating.

I debated adding more here about how observant Trapper is and how he’s actually kind of quietly one of the most supportive characters on the show, anticipating emotional needs for Ginger, Margaret, Henry, Radar, Frank, and Hawkeye, but this is already so long I’ll save that for another post maybe haha. In summary – I think Trapper’s got a lot of quietly unique traits and it’s why I keep rotating him in my head.

All the people I ship romantically* with this character

Hawkeye (my OTP)

Margaret. This one needs a little elaboration. While I’m actually pretty into whatever it was they had going on during the show, I would have loved to have seen it built upon both sexually and platonically. My interest in them is generally limited to interactions during the show, but I’m not against a post-war fling under the right circumstances….

BJ. I’m a sucker for two people whose dynamic seems like it can only be a disaster. Plus, two people orbiting each other each other because of a third person is catnip to me.   

Honorable mention goes to Frank. I just think this would be hilarious. It’s not quite as good as Hawnk, but I’m down for it.  

*choosing to read this as romantic and/or sexual because I think there’s a pretty good read of Trapper as on the aromantic spectrum so he’s being led around by his dick more than his heart haha  

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Hawkeye (a given)

Ginger. Ok hear me out. In my head, I think they actually have an amazing friendship. Like, they also fuck. Don’t get me wrong. But they’re in so many background scenes together and they clearly do have some kind of friendship. They like each other. They work well together. Ginger clearly enjoys his company, or she wouldn’t socialize with him so much. And the fact that they have that scene together in Dear Dad giving kids vaccinations, I’ve just kind of expanded that in my head to be that it’s something they both care about and do together.  They go out to local villages and provide medical care where they can. It’s their own little side clinic. Also neither of the speak Korean so it’s aways interesting haha

Honorable mention goes to Henry. I’m actually riveted by Trapper’s relationship with Henry because I do think it’s different from Hawkeye’s relationship with Henry, we just don’t get to see it a lot. And there’s some element of…a lot when they do get to interact one-on-one it’s often about Hawkeye. Like a lot of what we see is how they handle Hawkeye. They’re both parents and in a way, I think that protective streak is something they both recognize Hawkeye kind of needs and Henry sort of trusts Trapper with that and Trapper knows it’s on him to advocate for Hawkeye or moderate him when needed. And that just…creates something I’m still chewing on. Like there’s a kind of emotional reliance there that goes unspoken and it’s just... very very engaging to me. They’re kind of similar in some ways. Like they’re both married and have kids. But also, they’re just vastly different people.

Second honorable mention goes to Klinger. I just like their whatever it is they have.

My unpopular opinion about this character

I think this is controversial more than unpopular exactly, but I don’t necessarily think he cheated on his wife before the war. Just to be clear, I don’t think it was a great or easy marriage, but I don’t think adultery was a meaningful factor in that. Part of this read admittedly comes from an absence of textual support one way or the other – Trapper makes some generic jokes about his wife thinking he’s cheating but I don’t take them to mean much. Although jokes can sometimes give insight into a character, sometimes they’re just jokes. And here, those jokes are slightly at odds with what we see/hear of Louise in Kim, which I tend to give more weight to. The way they write to each other seems honest, open, and respectful. It’s not overly loving, which is interesting and feeds into how I end up reading their marriage, but it’s also not a strained situation in an obvious way (to contrast this to Frank/Louise B.) and he genuinely does seem to value her input.

And while none of that is necessarily conclusive, the bigger influence for me is actually a quote from Gelbart. In the quote, he distinguishes actions in Korea as separate from actions at home.  The pertinent part of the quote is “We wanted to say that when you take people from home they do things they would never do.” (emphasis added)* Things like, potentially, cheating, or aggressively sleeping around. I think this applies to Hawkeye too. Whatever he was doing at home probably didn’t look like what he was doing in Korea. And it’s for this reason that I find the lack of confirmed prior cheating to put a thumb on the scale so to speak. I’m not against it as a read in fandom, but I hesitate to say that was the intent. And the little bit of Trapper-Louise we get in Kim seems consistent with Gelbart’s quote.

And just to add one more example - we actually do hear more than once that Frank had affairs at home. But with Trapper…it’s less clear to me. There’s no dialogue directly on point. I think, given everything, it’s just as likely Trapper and Louise were faithful to one another, rightly or wrongly.

All of this to say, while I love a nonmonogamous Trapper pre-war and post-war in fanon, I don’t think it’s anywhere near as supported by canon as it’s presented as being. Still a fine read, but it’s headcanon. Anyway, I’ll try to post the full Gelbart quote later because I keep meaning to.

*cite for the quote is page 18 of Watching M*A*S*H*, Watching America

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

More. Just more. Poor Trapper really got the short end of the stick – nothing was ever about him even when it was about him haha. And while it’s part of why I love him…yeah.

Anyway, if we’re narrowing this down to one thing - I deeply wish we’d gotten some one-on-one scenes between Trapper and Sidney. Do I think they would have been more about Hawkeye than Trapper? Probably. But I’m ok with that. I just would have loved to have seen them interact.  

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Do you have any (minor) headcanons that you have little to no evidence for but you just believe them as if they were the truth?

oh god of course i do

— the nurses taught klinger how to hem , alter , even make some of his own clothes ; he gets so good at it that sometimes they just come to him with their needs

— the uke ( ? ) that hawkeye has hanging in the swamp ? he knows how to play it surprisingly well , he just never does unless drunker than usual

— radar put soles in his boots one time that made him taller and it took even hawkeye like a solid week to figure out what was different about him ( once he did , though , radar had no refuge from the teasing )

— the nurses hold regular gossip sessions and sometimes compare notes on the guys of the 4077th

— margaret knows how to cut hair , taught herself how to cut her own ( because she got sick of barbers not cutting it the way she wanted ) . has more than once had to come to the rescue of nurses who have marred their hair by taking the scissors to it

— in college bj was a relentless and revered hazer ( which is funny considering he barely got through his own hazing )

— hawkeye’s use of petnames ( “ darling “ , “ sweetheart “ , “ baby “ , etc etc ) are all picked up from trapper . prior to meeting him he hardly ever used them

— when oliver got his orders home , trapper and hawkeye threw him a rager in the swamp and were very badly hungover for their actual goodbye the next day

— father mulcahy has that thing where he hears a tune and can instantly play it on the piano

— charles falls asleep regularly during movie nights hawkeye and beej drag him to , usually on hawkeye’s shoulder

— trapper is colorblind . not like , drastically colorblind , but hawkeye finds out one day and teases him absolutely relentlessly for it

— trapper and oliver always did this bit where they pretended they were whispering things and wouldn’t tell hawkeye what they were saying because it was funny to watch hawkeye get all huffy and annoyed with them

— henry has to do the right / left things with his hands all the time ( PLSASE ITS SO STUPID )

— margaret has a crazy sweet tooth + sometimes bj asks peg to send sweets back specifically for margaret

— potter’s horse or pet names in general very rarely alter because he just can’t be bothered to come up with new creative ones . besides , tried and true always works

— klinger is a pool shark . idk why he is he just is . he has pool shark vibes

— trapper briefly considered going into pediatrics

— charles sometimes has very serious conversations with the camp strays ( mainly just voicing whatever he may be thinking of at the particular moment )

— radar sometimes likes to imagine he’s the protagonist in a superhero world and i mean why not . little dude is literally psychic

— hawkeye has a habit of ripping at his nails , klinger regularly checks them and manicures them for him

— the nurses and swamp rats regularly get involved in prank wars . the nurses are far more clever than some people realize

— hawkeye and trapper stood back to back once to see who was taller and had radar judge ( hawkeye tried to bribe radar to say it was him )

— one time margaret made frank cry so hard he threw up . good for her

— bj has weirdly good reflexes and can catch things while barely looking up , he has a habit of saying “ i knew i should’ve gotten into baseball “

— charles does that thing where someone asks him to do something and he says “ no “ while actively doing it

— the swamp rats are all actively ready to swing on anyone who upsets one of the nurses and that goes double for margaret . sometimes they actually do

— hawkeye has a pair of roller skates . do with this information what you will .

— father mulcahy is a self - taught painter

— henry tells the same stories more than once and hawkeye , trapper , and radar have a mutual agreement to pretend they’ve never heard them whenever this happens

— hawkeye and radar have made many a pinky promise , and never once did one get broken

— charles is surprisingly a god awful secret keeper , he tells most secrets to margaret

— henry is scared shitless of cats