#DoroGrid

[mintayrs]

the bad bitch i pulled by being pathetic

[moocar0n]

some ships I drew suggested from ppl on twitter :3

[kimikaami]

<3

[diezmil10000]

i'm replaying fe3h :) have some dorogrid

[texts-from-3h]

[hibari-draws]

Dorogrid on a blind date for the fe3h Femslash Exchange! Ingrid loves a girl who can saddle a horse.

[nettleseeds-art]

An oldie (aaa my style was even messier then) but a lot of my friends seem to like this one

dorogrid 4 life

[emily-mooon]

Here’s some silly three houses doodles I made today! (+some nice sketches)

[dvrtrblhr]

help me choose which ships to draw for my valentines challenge! As edeleth will most likely win both the previous polls it was featured, I omitted it here. I know marigrid is super rare, but I lovelovelove their supports in hopes.

special thanks to @broilmage who helped me come up with this list!

[cyranonic]

dorogrid

[alkemic-maeve]

Good Luck Babe by Chappell Roan is very dorogrid coded i fear

[potchimewart]

It’s her favorite hobby 🔪💖

[truetgirl]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses, Fire Emblem Series Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dorothea Arnault/Ingrid Brandl Galatea, Ingrid Brandl Galatea & Edelgard von Hresvelg Characters: Ingrid Brandl Galatea, Edelgard von Hresvelg, My Unit | Byleth, Dorothea Arnault Additional Tags: Character Study, Black Eagles Ingrid Brandl Galatea, Character Development, Canon Compliant, the shipping is hinted at but not a main focus Summary:

Ingrid finds herself marching home alongside the Black Eagles after they helped her investigate a shady suitor. She's grateful for their aid, but she'd never have guessed where this chance encounter would lead her.

[miceart]

[malsfefanfics]

dorogrid

Let's dance~!

Sparkling lights. Beautiful ballgowns. Elegant music floating through the air. It wasn't usually her style, but Ingrid wasn't about to turn down an invitation to a ball in the Kingdom capital. Especially not on the night of the King's wedding. Though she wished she'd been allowed to remain as a guard, rather than a guest.

Still, there wasn't forced to dress in anything constricting, and she needed very little in terms of make-up. As a change of pace, she kept her hair done simple. A high up ponytail tied back with a light blue ribbon. And rather than a dress, her brothers lent her one of their old formal suits, tailored to fit her perfectly.

Ingrid had been asked a few times to dance, but she declined most of the invitations. The only ones she'd accepted were from the grooms, and her fellow Blue Lions.

Save for one.

Not too far from her spot near the punch bowl, Ingrid took note of the opera star dressed in scarlet. Her hair was partly braided back, and she was adorned with gold jewelry embedded with precious green gemstones. Enchanting didn't even begin to describe how Dorothea shone in the lights of the ballroom.

What didn't shine, however, was her smile. She was clearly not pleased with her conversation companion. A man that Ingrid recognized as being....less than pleasant, from her few interactions with him.

She set down her glass, and quietly strode over to them

"Mind if I cut in?"

Dorothea's face lit up as she turned her attention away from the forgettable count. "Oh, Ingrid, so good to see you!" She stepped around the count and took her arm. "Care to show me to the dance floor?"

"Of course," Ingrid said. She gave a brief nod to the count before escorting Dorothea away. "Apologies if I interrupted-"

"You just saved my night, my knight," Dorothea cooed. "I was getting so tired of listening to that guy go on and on about the mines he owns."

"He doesn't seem to realize those mines he brags of will be returned to the people of Duscur within the next few months. His Majesty is already in peace talks with the people who used to run them."

"Is that right? Well, you'll simply need to fill me in more after the party." Her eyes glanced up at Ingrid's hair, and she smirked. "So....who's the lucky gal?"

Ingrid stared at her. "What?"

"Oh, you know. The really old tradition of wearing a blue ribbon in your hair after marriage?"

Ingrid's face burned. "Th-there's no one like that."

"Really?" Dorothea giggled. "Then is it safe to say I still have a shot?"

Ingrid rolled her eyes. "Do you want to dance, or not?"

"Lead the way, my knight."

Somehow, Ingrid knew this would be a really long night.

But, perhaps, she wouldn't mind it too much.

[texts-from-3h]