#GATT

[abyssal-ilk]

replaying dai has me thinking about iron bull but more specifically than that, iron bull and his relationships with gatt and krem. both krem and gatt are younger men that bull saved when he first met them, both have a teasing relationship with bull, both clearly look up to bull and idolize him to some degree, and they are both representative of the two pressures he is caught between– his loyalty to the qun and the new individualism he is finding while in thedas with the chargers, namely krem. and then bull's personal quest has him caught between his friendship with gatt and loyalty to krem, and he's not even the one who gets to make the choice in the end.

[proffbon]

Making bioware men betray their cause for the ones they love since 2014 💅

[lelianasbong]

i don't have anything to add except damn?? that was so good

[crackinglamb]

Chapters: 21/43 Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: The Iron Bull (Dragon Age)/Original Female Character(s), Female Inquisitor/The Iron Bull (Dragon Age), Female Inquisitor & Solas (Dragon Age) Characters: Mira Foret, Leliana (Dragon Age), Male Lavellan (Dragon Age), Cassandra Pentaghast, Varric Tethras, Solas (Dragon Age), Cremisius "Krem" Aclassi, The Iron Bull (Dragon Age), Original Characters, Vivienne (Dragon Age), Sera (Dragon Age), Josephine Montilyet, Dorian Pavus, Male Hawke (Dragon Age), Merrill (Dragon Age), Loghain Mac Tir, Cole (Dragon Age), Blackwall (Dragon Age), Cullen Rutherford, Kieran (Dragon Age), Morrigan (Dragon Age), Flemeth (Dragon Age), Corypheus (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Modern Girl in Thedas, Established Relationship, Open Relationships, Aromantic spectrum, Mira Is a Charger and a Healer, Mira Has Some Knowledge of Events, Explicit Sexual Content, Size Difference, Service Top Bull, soft domming, Aftercare, Just Because Bull is a Masochist Doesn't Mean He's a Sadist, Eye Trauma, Temporary Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Found Family, Childbirth, Background Relationships, Platonic love is important too, Additional Warnings In Author's Note Series: Part 2 of Driftwood Summary:

Mira Foret has left behind her life with the Chargers. But that was only the beginning of her tale. The Inquisition awaits.

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Chapter 21 - Gaatlok

“They can fall back,” she said.  “If you signal them now.”

“Your men need to hold that position, Bull.”

“They do that, they’re dead.”

“And if they don’t, the Venatori retake it and the dreadnought’s dead.”  Gatt wasn’t imposing by any means, but he still tried to get in Bull’s face.  “You’d be throwing away an alliance between the Qunari and the Inquisition.  You’d be declaring yourself Tal-Vashoth!”

Bull sneered at him but didn’t refute it.  They watched as the Venatori got closer and Mira knew she was bunching her hands into fists.  She didn’t want to have to make this decision for him, she wanted him to choose.  But she knew he wouldn’t.  He couldn’t.

Fight, flight...or freeze, she thought to herself.

“With all you’ve given the Inquisition, half the Ben-Hassrath think you’ve betrayed us already!” Gatt was saying.  “I stood up for you, Hissrad!  I told them you’d never become Tal-Vashoth.”

“They’re my men.”

“I know.  But you need to do what’s right, Hissrad.  For this alliance...and the Qun.”

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Le chat du samedi 30 septembre ©FrançoiseLarouge

[soloragoldsun]

Just gotta stop in and talk about The Iron Bull for a sec. Again.

This time, I’d like to focus on how his whole storyline is basically that of someone either being freed from or doubling down on a cult-like religion. Because that’s what the Qun is. Anything that puts certain people on leashes and has “re-educators” that are meant to “fix” people who start thinking differently is a freaking cult!

Bull is shown to be on the fence when it comes to a lot of things. While he insists on being true Qunari and a follower of the Qun, he also shows discomfort when the Qunari offers the alliance with the Inquisition. He flat out says that he’s grown used to them being “over there.” He even acknowledges that the Qun isn’t the right way for everyone.

If you let the Chargers die, he says that the Qun demanded the sacrifice, but you can see cracks in his armor and how much he hates making that decision both during the battle and after Gatt and the Inquisitor secure the alliance at Skyhold. As a result, he doubles down on his devotion to the Qun. The Iron Bull becomes just a role he plays. He becomes Hissrad. How else can he deal with the guilt of leading the people who had become his family to their deaths? He has to believe that it was necessary, and to do that, he has to believe in the Qun unquestioningly.

If Cole is in the party during his betrayal in Trespasser, he comments on how Bull didn’t feel anything when he betrays the party. I’d bet anything that between the end of Inquisition and the beginning of Trespasser, he submitted willingly to the re-educators, masking his emotions and eliminating what was left of The Iron Bull.

On the other hand, if you order the retreat, he doesn’t hesitate to blow that horn. He smiles when he sees his men are safe. When you correct Gatt and say that his name is Iron Bull and not Hissrad, Bull approves. If you say that there’s still something to do to salvage the alliance, he disapproves. Once he’s Tal-Vashoth, he commits almost immediately and acts as if a weight has been lifted.

He smiles while sparring with Krem. He tells you that, whatever he regrets, he’s where he wants to be. Most of his inner conflict comes with the realization that much of what he believed was wrong, that being Tal-Vashoth doesn’t make one a monster. So, what does that make him, someone who has killed many Tal-Vashoth over the years?

No matter what playthrough I do, I will always save the Chargers, both because I love them, and because it’s the best thing for The Iron Bull. One choice allows him to move forward and become his own person. The other forces him to regress into what he once was as a way to avoid his guilt.

[mono-mk-ultra]

Veilguard Gatt!! He's literally my favourite character in the whole god damn series and him not being in Veilguard means I get creative reign,,, I love it hehehe

Anyway here's a design I did for him plus my own headcanons for him

[selfpossesedghost]

Iron Bull - Hissrad

Transcript:

Inquisitor: Iron Bull's name is Hissrad?

Gatt: Under the Qun, we use titles, not names.

Iron Bull: My title was "Hissrad", because I was assigned to secret work. You can translate it as "Keeper of Illusions", or...

Gatt: "Liar". It means liar.

Iron Bull: Well you don't have to put it like that.

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Dragon Age Inquisition

[jazzmckay]

Stalemate on ao3

Chapters: 1/1 Rating: T Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cremisius "Krem" Aclassi/Gatt (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: Post-Dragon Age: Inquisition Quest - Demands of the Qun, Enemies to Not Enemies, Pre-Relationship Summary:

After the alliance between the Inquisition and the Qun falls through, Gatt lingers in Skyhold. Krem intends to figure out why.

written for krem week 2024, day 6: play/satiate

Since departing from the Storm Coast for Skyhold, Krem has been on edge. He should be feeling relief—the Chargers made it out of the fight with only minor injuries—but thoughts of the consequences plague him. There will be no alliance with the Qunari. A dreadnought lies in tattered pieces by the coast shore. The Iron Bull is Tal-Vashoth.

If anything, Krem would say this might be better for the Chief. It isn’t his place to make that call, so he won’t, but Krem knows a little something about coming from a homeland so strictly regimented that it can feel oppressive. Regardless, this is a period of difficult adjustment. The Chief’s usual chair in the Herald’s Rest is empty, and not because he found someone with whom to share private company. He’s alone in his room above the tavern, sorting through everything that happened.

Meanwhile, a different Ben-Hassrath has taken up a spot. Krem gazes across the noisy taproom, regarding the armoured elf who sits at a table on his own, his chair turned so it’s back against the outer wall, his arm on the tabletop, holding a mug of ale.

Gatt. The Chief has reminisced about him before. Those memories are most likely only painful now.

Krem lifts his beer, taking a few mouthfuls as he watches the Qunari elf watch the rest of the tavern in turn. It’s for the best that Bull retired early, Krem thinks.

After a moment’s serious consideration, Krem stands from his chair in the corner and crosses the room. It’s no surprise that Gatt’s eyes latch onto him immediately—while he’d been surveying the whole room, it makes sense that any Chargers present would be getting unique attention. A lopsided grin forms on Gatt’s face, close-lipped and lacking in any warmth.

“You’ve already delivered the Qun’s message. What other business do you have in Skyhold?” Krem asks when he reaches the end of Gatt’s table. He sets his beer down on the edge of it, focusing all his attention on the Ben-Hassrath agent.

“None,” Gatt replies easily with a shrug made to look nonchalant. “I’m certainly not planning to make the same mistake Hiss—sorry, The Iron Bull, made, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

That hadn’t even crossed Krem’s mind. The Chief made no move to talk about what happened, but Dorian was there too and he had no qualms with spilling the story. It’s a wonder that Gatt didn’t pick a fight right on the spot.

“I’m wondering why you’re still here,” Krem says.

Gatt raises an eyebrow. “What, begin travelling at this hour? In the dark?”

As if it wasn’t still morning when Gatt spoke with the Inquisitor about the state of the alliance with the Qun. He could have been most of the way down the mountain by now. Patience beginning to thin, Krem asks, “What game are you playing here, Gatt?”

This time, Gatt grins with teeth. “Who says there’s any game?”

Krem purses his lips. He knows enough about the Ben-Hassrath to know there are secret reasons behind most of what they do, whether they’re seeking information, manipulating a situation, or merely putting up a specific appearance. It took Krem some time to read Bull accurately.

“Maybe you’re just looking to salt the wound.”

Gatt sighs and tilts his head back against the wall. He sits as if laid-back, all loose limbs and relaxed shoulders, just like the Chief does. Playing the part of unconcerned so no one looks too closely.

“Maybe I’m trying to enjoy my drink,” he says. “You’re the one making a fuss.”

Shaking his head, Krem nearly turns and walks away. Clearly, Gatt doesn’t plan on giving him anything straight, and Krem isn’t interested in navigating conversations that are set up like a battle of subterfuge. All he wants is for Gatt to leave as soon as possible so the Chief doesn’t have to be haunted by his past with the Qun.

Before he can give up and return to the other side of the tavern, however, the chair in between him and Gatt slides across the floor, pushed by Gatt’s foot against one of the legs. “If you’re going to fuss, ‘Vint, at least quit drawing so much attention to it.”

Krem narrows his eyes at Gatt, surprised and distrusting. He assumed Gatt would want to be rid of him just as much as Krem wants to see the back of him. The only reason Gatt has for wanting Krem to stick around is if he is, contrary to his claims, up to something.

Even so, Krem sits. He tilts the chair to face Gatt more directly, even if it means his back is to the rest of the room, somewhat vulnerable. He has no reason to expect trouble in the Herald’s Rest, though, not unless it’s coming from the elf sitting before him.

Gatt takes a drink of his ale, eyes locked on Krem the whole time. Once he sets the mug back down, he says, “You must be curious.”

“Curious?” Krem echoes, frowning.

“Sure. About what he was like when he was Hissrad. What he was like before you.”

The muscle of Gatt’s jaw betrays the animosity he must feel below the surface, even if his words are spoken plainly.

“Why should I be concerned with that?” Krem asks. It wasn’t long into their partnership that the Chief revealed who he was, and the core group of the Chargers all found out over the years. It was never a secret. If they asked questions, Bull answered. Maybe he skimmed some details, but he wasn’t ashamed of his past, and didn’t hide it from them. “Especially now. What does it matter?”

Gatt exhales a huff of breath. “Why shouldn’t you? He’s the person you’re taking orders from. Don’t you want to sate your curiosity?”

A decent point, Krem might admit, though still irrelevant. The Iron Bull picks jobs with discretion, and he’s better at leading a group into combat than any other mercenary leader or Imperial Centurion Krem has known. What happened on the Coast only proves that the Chargers can trust their leader with their lives.

“The past doesn’t define a man,” Krem says, then takes a drink of his beer.

Gatt makes a short humming sound, watching Krem openly, like he doesn’t care that Krem knows he’s being scrutinized. “I suppose you’re right. Maybe he was always destined to be a traitor.”

Krem grits his teeth at the barb, his fingers tightening around his drink. From the way Bull tells it, he and Gatt were friends, not just partners in battle, yet here Gatt sits, speaking of him like none of it ever mattered. “How could you turn on him so easily?” he accuses before he can think better of it.

A storm breaks out in Gatt’s expression, thunder in his eyes, lightning in the baring of his teeth. He leans forward, all the laid-back aura gone from his form as he hisses through his teeth. “How could I turn on him? He’s the one who turned his back on the Qun, and for the likes of you.”

Krem doesn’t recoil in the slightest. This is where Gatt got his name, he knows—something explosive.

In a way, he can feel sympathy for Gatt. Bull saved him, much like Bull would one day save Krem. Back then, the Qun was Gatt’s only option, and Krem supposes joining a mercenary band was his only option, too. He didn’t have to stay, but he felt he owed Bull, and he wasn’t going to turn down a perfect way to escape Tevinter with his life. Both of them fought at Bull’s side. Then, when it came down to the wire, the Chief chose one of them over the other.

“Seems like you’re the one trying to sate some curiosity,” Krem says. “Why’d he pick us? Why’d he give up everything?”

“Why,” Gatt grounds out through clenched teeth, “you.”

And not me, Krem silently finishes for him.

The way things played out on the Storm Coast isn’t surprising to Krem, even though he knows how tightly Bull clung to the Qun for stability and reassurance, because he also knows what the past several years have been like, building the Chargers together, meeting some of the people whom they rely on the most in their lives, the group becoming a source of acceptance, trust, and joy that so many of them missed out on elsewhere. Krem knows why it played out how it did. He still can’t quite put it into words, though, nor would he want to speak for the Chief on this matter.

“That’s the kind of question neither I nor the Qun can answer for you,” Krem says. “It’s the sort of question life answers for you, if you’re lucky.”

Gatt’s lip curls into a scowl, but he doesn’t respond. They regard each other evenly, Krem waiting patiently, and Gatt processing, likely mentally regrouping now that he has shown more of his hand than he meant to. Despite his obvious anger, Krem doesn’t expect him to lash out, not here, not now.

Finally, Gatt eases back, his expression taking on a more subdued, even if still unhappy, air. He lifts his mug and knocks back the rest of his ale, setting the empty cup down with more force than necessary.

So much for satisfying his curiosity, Krem thinks. If anything, the waters are only muddier. But with the realization that Gatt isn’t lingering due to any plans against Bull, Krem’s own irritation and suspicion have all but crumbled. It will still be best for Gatt to be on his way with the early morning light, but Krem won’t begrudge him one night to rest before he goes.

Standing, he reaches for Gatt’s mug while picking up his own nearly-empty beer with his other hand. “I’ll get us another round.”

Gatt glares up at him. “Now you’re the one playing games.”

“The Chargers aren’t like the Ben-Hassrath, Gatt,” Krem replies, shaking his head. “I don’t play games unless there are cards and risky wagers involved.”

He heads for the bar counter, asking Cabot for a refill of Gatt’s ale and another beer for himself. As he waits, he sets a couple silver pieces on the counter and listens to the minstrel’s playing, tapping his fingers to the rhythm. He figures this will give Gatt at least a brief moment to gather himself.

Sure enough, when Krem returns, Gatt has resumed his earlier stance of leaning against the wall, looking at ease. Krem sets their drinks down and reclaims his chair.

“Actually, I would like to hear some of your stories after all,” he says as he gets comfortable. He doesn’t care about what ruthless acts the Chief might have committed under the banner of the Qun—that doesn’t matter anymore—but he is curious about what made Bull important to Gatt, beyond their first meeting. “Did he train you?”

Gatt looks at him a little warily, like he’s not sure he understands why Krem is asking, but then he picks up his mug for a drink, and he starts talking. No games, no evasiveness, just an old tale told with an inkling of fondness shining through, along with some grief now that those days are thoroughly over.

Krem listens, letting Gatt say what he will.

The situation remains as it is, and Gatt doesn’t get all the answers he’s looking for, but by the end of the night, Krem still thinks they’re both better off than they would have been if Krem hadn’t crossed the tavern to confront him.

In the morning, Gatt is gone.

Krem meets with the Chief in the training yard. Bull seems a bit brighter himself, settled and eager for their sparring session. All things considered, not a lot has changed—to Krem, Bull is the same person he has always been, whether he’s Qunari or Tal-Vashoth.

Maybe, someday, their paths will cross again, and Gatt will be able to learn this for himself as well, finally getting those difficult questions answered once and for all.

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Can u do my son Gatt, miracle?

[yuliakornevapainter]

Cat Day

Today in 2018 the cats Susan and Brie entered our house for the first time.

Forever greatfull for 5 Years with you.

Oggi nel 2018 le gatte Susan e Brie sono entrate a casa nostra per la prima volta.

Sarò per sempre grata per 5 anni che ci hanno regalato.

В пямять о Сузан и Бри.

15 января 2018 г. вы вошли в наш дом и в наши сердца.

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