#fields of Mistria Oc
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vinntea · 2 days ago
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Damn ok yall guess this is a fom blog now Reblog this with your fom farmer oc and we'll make it happen! I'll go first!
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This is Dolly! She runs Cutie Patootie Farms ✨
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She's a short, cheerful bimbo, so sweet they'll give you cavities... especially if you eat all the pastries she smothers you with. Kind, thoughtful, a bit impulsive and struggles to read the room but she got the spirit.
Here's them in-game!
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She likes making sweets and growing flowers most, but does a bit of everything! Their favorite is Wild Berry Pie (cus it's easy and quick to make Lmao) favorite flower is daffodils. If she had a pet, it'd be a dog.
Crushes: Reina and Eiland Bestie: Adeline Close friends: Celine, Caldarus, Reina, and Eiland Good friends: Hayden, Balor, Olric, Ryis, and March Friends: Elsie, Hemlock, Holt, Josephine, Juniper, Nora, Terithia, and Valen I'll make their summer, fall, winter, and bathing suit outfits eventually. She also has a date-night outfit~ That's all for now! I'd love to see yall's farmers and interact w em <3 (You also have my permission to draw Dolly as well if you'd like!)
What if we started a little Fields of Mistria community where our lil farmers are all neighbors and have relationships and friendships with each other I think that would be very cute and fun
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klamv-art · 3 months ago
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I'm so normal about him 👁️👁️
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chaoparty · 2 months ago
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my fields of mistria farmer (featuring sweetcorn! 🐥)
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pokerfacedartist · 2 months ago
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I FORGOT TO POST THIS! here's my fields of mistria oc, Ezra! i've redesigned him recently... i'll drop the old designs here :3
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gobbyteeth · 3 months ago
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𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔥𝔬𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥 𝔴𝔦𝔣𝔢
𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔡𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔰
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myz-wykkyd · 3 months ago
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Took a crack at making my main, farming sim OC in the FOM style cause ya know I was playing as Rosalie during my first playthrough of the game. This was SO hard to do and there was a point where I didn't think I could do it it- but I pushed through the uncertainty and managed to make something I'm super proud of<3 She runs a fancy horse ranch o/
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alkalamity · 2 months ago
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They spend their time researching magic and fish, I think. And also following the town doctor around like a puppy.
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anini--panini · 3 months ago
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He can’t focus
(I can't stop thinking about March Fields of Mistria help))
I basically never illustrate men i cant believe March forced my hand like this😭
Inspired by the fact that I can't focus on anything but him and this game💀
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fievell · 3 months ago
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New cute farming game is out so I made....a knight 🐥💐
I’m so in love with this game aesthetic and that rogue one✨️
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kmsssh · 2 months ago
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My Fields of Mistria characters ^⁠_⁠^
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dreamtydraw · 3 months ago
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Decided to Re do Myliane's sprite and give them some alt fits ! In order : everyday outfit, Day off outfit and beach outfit !
Now if you're curious about the scars, She used to be a mercenary back in the capital, she's a strong gal who's now resting in a calm town after years of fighting.
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lapinka · 2 months ago
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every day I have been bringing him ore. every day he is mean to me. don’t care here’s more ore prettyboy
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klamv-art · 3 months ago
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My honest reaction after seeing for the first time Balor’s summer fits
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bambi-buttons · 1 month ago
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SHES HEREEEEEE!!!! Say hello to Elodie🤍
She’s an elf but doesn’t really know much about where she’s from or her ancestors so when she got the call to move to mistria, she took the chance!
She’s also kinda evil when spiteful😋
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atoltia · 2 months ago
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Thanks for worrying, but I'm fine.
March begrudgingly posts a request on the notice board for ore. He didn't expect that he'd have to handle the newbie in town like that.
TW: some blood, some swearing
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The past week was particularly rough.
Ever since Adeline began the upgrades for the town, things have been hectic at the forge. The usual order of nails, screws, and bolts were quadrupled, and alongside the massive order for reinforced tools it had been hell for both him and Olric so much that they had to resort working around the clock just to keep pace with the schedule.
It would have been fine. March was used to high production work, even though it got mind numbing plenty of times. Pressure was nothing. The physical labor of it all was manageable. It would have been under control.
If only they didn't start to run out of fucking ore.
March found out quickly when taking stock. At the rate that they were going, they were gonna run out by midday Thursday, if not Wednesday evening, next week. Olric offered to go back to the mines but he vehemently declined, stating that they would be delayed even more if he went (and he definitely didn't say that didn't want to see his brother hurt).
Getting the ore from Balor would cost them a fortune. And that's assuming the man has the ore in stock in the quantities they needed in the first place.
If they didn't get the necessary materials by then, the entire initiative would be delayed by at least 4 days and he will not have that.
So against his better judgement, he decided to make a request on the notice board.
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He didn't expect much from it
The notice board was often used for small quantity items like missing ingredients for the Friday Night stew or a few sprigs of foraged herbs. Not a fuck ton of metal.
March managed to wrangle a deal with Balor to get the entirety of his stock at a discount, but it wasn't even close to enough. The next town was days away, and ordering from the closest guild would take them a month. He was getting to the point where he would have relented and allowed Olric to go mining and leave him at the forge.
But apparently he didn't need to.
He started noticing it late into the night.
Both the brothers haven't seen Sandra much lately, with everyone being too busy with Adeline's plans. March would see her every now and then, zipping through the town hauling wood and stone from days on end. She'd stop by the inn every once in a while, but she'd only eat her meal, chat for a few minutes, and head back to wherever the fuck. It was insanity.
He'd been seeing her dragging herself through town, the pickaxe that she bought from him weeks ago strapped to her waist, at almost the same time every night. It became a such frequent occurrence that when he'd look out the window at that exact timeframe, she would be there.
She wasn't carrying anything else, not that he could see, besides the pick and a small bag.
Besides maybe the exhaustion.
He could see it in the way she walked - the slow, dragging of her feet instead of the usual confident stride. The loose grip on her bag, the slight unfocused look in her eye.
March didn't know why that sight of her pissed him off.
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The deadline loomed over him as he made the orders to his standard. Olric managed to haggle a few crates more of iron from a few travelling merchants and the cost of them made him very unhappy. But at that point, there was nothing else they could do. It didn't help that Olric injured his arm so the option to go to the mines was no longer on the table, as well as March having to work even more although his brother insisted that he still could be of assistance.
Neither of them has seen Sandra at all since yesterday, but that didn't matter. It really didn't matter.
(And yet why was he annoyed that she kept passing through his mind?)
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They were in trouble.
There was only a small bucket of bars left and still a fuck ton of nails and fasteners to make. None of their contacts pulled through and Balor still hasn't come back from his emergency supply run. Adeline kept asking him if they would make the deadline.
He was at his wit's end.
That was why he was particularly annoyed when someone knocked on his door that night. It wasn't his brother, Olric wouldn't have knocked if it was him.
Tossing a rag rather harshly on a nearby table, March stalked towards the door and yanked it open, snarling when he saw it was Sandra of all people.
"What do you want?"
The woman merely smiled and stepped aside, revealing a trolley stacked with crates. The crates were full of ore- all the copper and iron that they could possibly need, stacked neatly on top of each other. He couldn't believe it.
"Your order."
March looked up and she held up the request he pinned to the board days ago, all crumpled up and torn at the edges with several colors of dirt smeared on it. He was aghast.
"You're insane."
A laugh tinkled the air as she leaned against his doorjamb, her arms folded over her chest, her long, dark hair mussed over her face. A satisfied smile rested over her face. "I'd like my reward now, please."
"Right."
He didn't exactly expected this to happen, but he got the reward as promised. A bag full of rubies, sapphires, and emeralds. Without a second thought, he grabbed the rather large sack of tesserae beneath the counter to give alongside it.
He wasn't prepared for the frown that crossed her face when he handed her both items. "Anything wrong?"
"I thought it was only the jewels?"
The redhead shrugged, waved his hand at her. "You've given us enough to last for months. Just take it."
The frown never left her face, and he really didn't know why it annoyed him even more. His jaw dropped when he watched her give it back.
"Thank you, March. But I don't need it."
"Just fucking take it."
"No."
"God's above." The snarl came back as he grabbed the sack from her outstretched hand, but hastily withdrew when he saw her flinch ever so slightly.
It jarred him.
He looked up with a brow raised, finally taking the time to look her over. She was covered in dirt and grime, her clothes were damp as if she fell into a river hours ago and just left it to air dry, her hair was a tangled mess.
Her usual pristine clothes were torn in several different locations, her hands were raw, scratches riddled her arms and legs.
There was a deep gash on her leg. Blood pooled on the stone at her feet.
Sandra's breath was labored, her eyes almost dead from fatigue. She wasn't leaning against his doorjamb to relax, no. She was leaning against it so she wouldn't collapse.
It infuriated him.
"Fucking damn it, come inside."
March rolled his eyes when he saw her raise a brow, not moving an inch.
"I don't want to track blood on your floor."
"I don't care."
"It's alright, March. I'll just go home."
"You are not," he snapped. With a huff, he took his coat and stepped out, pulling her to him. "I'm taking you to the doc-"
It was quick enough that he didn't fully process it. One moment he had his hand on her elbow and the next he was pressed against the wall of his shop, both his hands gripped tightly behind his back.
His body tensed as he felt her chest press against his back. The warmth of her breath tickled against his ear. He didn't know if the loud pounding was the blood rushing to his ears or the fact that his heart started to beat radically against her close proximity.
"Please don't." Her voice was low, dangerously so, as she gripped him tighter, making him wonder where she got this sudden strength as she was so close to toppling over just mere moments ago. "I don't want to hurt you, March."
With that, he felt her loosen her grip, gently pressing at his wrist in comfort before taking a few steps back as he turned around. The amused smile was once again on her face.
"I appreciate the worry, March." Her voice was a little strained, but lighter compared to before. "Really. But I just want to go home." And with one last salute, she left him there without much of a backwards glance.
And still, he couldn't get the scent of her perfume off of his senses.
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Two days later, he wouldn't ever tell a soul that he sent her a perfected silver pickaxe.
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This became way longer than I anticipated it to be lmao
I like to imagine March likes being manhandled asdasfas
This is the third installment of my March x Farmer series, you can check out the rest here!
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dilulusion · 1 month ago
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HI TUMBLGR..!!! offers you my fields of mistria farmer slash oc he is sentenced to being in love w an unromanceable npc 💜
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