#joja answers

[joja-co-official]

is this a real company

Joja Co. is a real and fully functional company. Here are our headquarters 💙

[specialbluehens]

i think it would be very silly, a little hee hee funny, if shane ended up put in an older sibling role (without trying) to the younger bachelors/bachelorettes

[lily-alphonse]

One of my main rarepair ships from SDV is Morris and Shane simply cause of the power dynamic with Morris being Shane’s boss

Oh anon you slimy little genius I welcome your kind here with open arms lmao

I had to engage the assistance of my bestie @ao3-totallyhumanexe for this one because he is Morris' number one fan. Human loves him a scrunkly fuckin trash bag of a man so this is right up his alley.

My idea is just that maybe the higher ups of Jojo is breathing down Morris's neck about profits not going as expected in the valley due to you know the farmer or whatever He has a really awful call with them where they're MEAN to him but in a professional way, so he goes out to take a breather just as Shane has a smoke break behind the building. Their eyes meet. It's awkward. Shane clearly doesn't know what to do. "...want a cig?" Morris feels like he can't go because that's admitting defeat in his head. He knows he looks a mess, stressed and angry, but he doesn't actually want to be perceived as this awful boss who runs away from confrontation or social interaction just because he's on the edge of a meltdown. They share the cig. Morris coughs at it. Shane laughs. It doesn't feel too bad, Shane gives him advice on how to pull down the smoke.

If you guys want this one I suggest going to (VERY POLITELY) bother Human about it on his account he is a fantastic writer. He would probably pull off an excellent redemption arc for him where these boys find comfort in not suffering alone.

Me, I kinda want to go full-send on the toxicity (surprising absolutely no one, but very few of you know how bad I can actually make it lmao) Because see, a power dynamic I adore is the person in a position of objective weakness flips the situation to their advantage. The secretary blackmailing the boss to keep sleeping with her, the court jester topping the king, that kind of thing.

Lowly store employee taking out his frustrations on the world by breaking down the man he sees as a personification of all of the worst of it? JUICY.

Maybe it's a bad end where Shane takes over as the new manager. Maybe it's a good end where Shane succeeds in tearing Morris down to his level and realizes he's fucked up, but in a way, it was kind of necessary to shake Morris of the Joja programming. He realizes how far he's come from his well-intentioned beginnings and they build each other up from their rock bottoms. Maybe they burn Joja Mart down lmao.

What do you think of this wild pairing? Is there any hope for them?

Send me any Stardew Valley rarepair and I will tell you how I would make them work! (Even non-marriage npcs) If youre lucky you may get a mini fic out of it. Check the list below to see if Ive already answered yours

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[kennyarchersdv]

Hey, new guy. You seem.. okay.

..Nice hair.

— @sebastians-asks ((his attempt at making friendsHZLP

*squints at Sebastian*

yeah…. uh. thanks? no one’s ever complimented my hair before. people usually just tell me it looks crazy.

YOUR hair is cool. i would have died for that shit when i was like, fifteen.

i kinda grew out of the emo look, though….

[noahschnappinfs]

Noah needs to fight back at this point i know he won’t and it would probably make things even worse but I can’t 😭 so much shit goes wrong and he’s STILL beign dragged for no reason. I don’t care about doja and joesph together for the love of god they need to not bring noah in the conversation I promise you he doesn’t care.

The fact that he even felt bad for embarrassing doja like that and he put out a cute response while doja fucking went off on a live stream. Everyone wants to switch and turn on him when I remember people were taking noahs side. They need to leave him alone god damn

it’s still crazy how mad doja got at noah given that he just tried to be funny and he even ended up apologising for it. she literally made a thirst tweet about joseph and then got mad because noah posted their dms when it was already known that she liked him. at the end of the day, it was her reaction that made it a big deal but i guess that it worked for her because she got her man at the end. joseph also recently in an interview said that he and doja had a laugh about the whole thing and that was it, that how it should���ve been from the beginning because it’s honestly not a big deal.

noah is choosing now to protect his peace and i’m with him on that one. let me just say that i don’t understand how the same people who tried to drag finn and joe the other day for daring to hang out with noah, are so chill about this. i even saw somebody saying they don’t believe in holding people accountable for their friends or significant others and i was like “where were you a few weeks ago?” because doja has a laundry list of things she has done but once again, their so called morals go out their windows when it’s their own fav. also at this point, i wish noah could get paid for everytime he gets mentioned and dragged in things that have nothing to do with him because he could live forever without working again and even share some of that money with us.

anyway, i wish them the best and i’m sure noah (if he even knows about this new development) must’ve laughed about this whole situation and moved on. btw he also needs to set up a matchmaking site because his skills are great, he saw this new couple coming since the beginning.

[reallyghostlypost]

How many farmers here would post their progress on the internet?

And how many would post the really weird stuff they encounter on it? Like livestreaming a trip to the mines or something.

[morrisfrommiddlemanagement]

Alright bro, let's take some medicine

FINE! ILL DO IT! BUT IM STILL WORKING!

[vaaaaaiolet]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRINCESS OMFG… HAVE THE BESTEST DAY IN THE ENTIRE WORLD I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU & YOUR NEW THEME !!!!!!!!!

emmy my honeymoon princess...i've woken you up from your slumber with my dash spam omg 😭

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!! I DID have a good day omg today's been a dream come true :,) thank you for being such an angel always, we've been real ones since way back when 🤞

i hope your recovery's been smooth and that you're healing well!! MWAH!!! ily <333

[emily-or-whatever]

Okay, Hello lovelies! So I FINALLY convinced Sam to help me sneak into Jojamarts back room so I can decorate Shane's locker for the Winter Star. It's a bit of an inside joke I used to do back in highschool where I would make his locker as festive as possible because he never cared for the Holiday. I haven't done it in years.

Yeah yeah I know its a day late but alas that is the curse of working night shift. I still have a few hours before he clocks in, now dont any of you go squealin on me!!!

[dobson-from-joja-pr]

yo dobster! in your line of work, have you ever come across a guy named fizz?

"I guess that's the best he could do."

[askdobson]

Hi Dobson! Quick question, hypothetically speaking, how would you feel about a bunch of beetlebugs falling from the vents in the ceiling inside the mart? Hypothetically speaking, of course, and in no way shape or form am I affiliated with this.

Sincerely,

The farmer.

P.S: Because I think you're pretty funny, I highly suggest you not go to work next Wednesday-

Excuse me..? I'd feel utterly DISGUSTED. What do you take me for? Someone who likes flopping around in the mud admiring those little pests? Absolutely not. An army of creepy crawly critters from the depths of the underworld crawling around our pristine floors? Eughhh... the thought sends shivers up and down my spine. And I thought that 'stinkbug' thing falling on me was bad enough. Can you imagine? Of course, we both know that's not happening. Lets say theoretically your silly little idea isn't just a way to get a rise out of me and other loyal members of the Joja family. Which, let's be honest- it probably is. But- sure. In that case, I'd find footage of you on the security cameras, contact corporate, and ensure you were banned from ever stepping foot on Joja premises again. TL;DR, I appreciate the warning on your little 'plan', but I'd like to see you try.

[joja-co-official]

Gay Wrongs?

[clarasbeans]

Infj this Aquarius that the real personality test is joja mart or community house

[solace-seekers]

no thoughts just this art museum interactive thing <3

(the question in bold is “how is art used to make an activist statement today?”)

[jojaxcola]

i love your art and i don’t want to mess with your artistic vision/style at all but today i realised after a long time spent staring into sam’s pretty eyes that you don’t draw pupils/the light dot thingies? and i was curious as to why (if there is one, you can just say you prefer it that way and that’s a good answer) - i quite like the uncanny valley esque effect it has on my brain haha for the longest time i thought it was just that the light had been snuffed out of the joja employees

Thank you thank you hehe

I always thought my art looked weird with pupils, I'm not sure why

Maybe they're a lil too visually noisy/distracting? I think I just don't have the proportions/shading down to make them look appropriate

(i actually don't mind them on vincent here tbh)

[sashiavi]

✧˚·.SashiAvi's Kinktober Day Seven.·˚✧

#7|Stockings/Tights|#7

Harvey x Reader - Word Count - 2k

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“Thank you for coming. I’ll be in touch.”

Harvey made the right choice in hiring you.

A pretty fresh face from Zuzu city, looking for a quieter life within the depths of the Valley, stumbling into his clinic with a wad of papers and a doe-eyed smile plastered on your face. Your resume was competent, littered with experience for the receptionist position you had inquired about, working through the corporations of Joja – A seemingly common backstory for many folk moving into the town

You were dressed up for the interview, proper in your posture, a cute effort put into your appearance; tasteful blouse snug to your torso, hair styled and tidy, pencil skirt wrapped around your hips and waist- All neat and proper, with a pair of sheer nylon black tights hugging sweetly at the soft flesh of your thighs. Now, the doctor couldn't help but let his eyes flick down, a gulp of a swallow going down his gullet, Adam’s apple bobbing obnoxiously behind the skin of his throat. You were a sight, really. Something about the proper office attire intriguing the man, hugging all the right places while still looking respectable, put together-

Who was he kidding? He surely wasn’t fooling himself. 

His gaze stays stuck on your thighs, one eye squinting enough to reveal the subtle wrinkle of crow's feet forming at the outer corner. His head nods with a tilt, half listening to the answers to his questions while his eyes rake down to your calves, appreciating the way those tights accentuated your legs, how the taught material hugged snug enough to cast a soft shadow over them, letting the skin behind bleed through enough for him to see. 

He hires you easily, adopting you into the clinic space with a kind, squinted-eyed smile, mostly hidden behind the brush of his moustache. 

Days at the office become a little harder over the coming weeks. In more ways than one. Distracting. In more ways than one. Blood rushing off to the wrong parts of the body, causing various.. Issues to present themselves during Harvey’s day. 

The Doctor can’t help but sneak a few lingering glances through the doorway of his examination room, door pinned back into the wall by the stopper to offer up such a view. The back of the front desk is rather accessible to his gaze, it's easy for his eyes to wander up and stick. Especially when he catches you popping off that squeaky office chair, reaching up to grab a pen off of the high counter, skirt riding up, up, up, your thighs. Your stocking-clad skin exposed, stretched fabric clung to your supple thighs with the subtle peeking swell of your ass all on display.

One of his most favourite times of the day is when you fetch him a nice hot brew of coffee. Carefully bringing the mug to his desk, even bending to set the ceramic mug down gently without a spill. Thank Yoba for gracing him with such a low office chair, having the perfect view of your legs, up close and personal as you stand by, running him through his appointments for the day, fidgeting as you talk. Asking you question upon question just to keep you around for longer.

God forbid he has a meeting with you. Harvey's eyes are a little shameless, milky browns darting down to the squish of your thighs, appreciating the way the fabric stretches over your knees, trailing down to your tights-covered feet, hidden away by the wrap of your proper and tidy shoes. Would you stretch your leg and tease him through his trousers? Nylon pantyhose taught against your toes while you rub the thick bulge budding behind the seam of them? Rubbing, knocking, digging the heel of your soul into his groin, letting the course material zip against the fabric of his pants. Would you spread your thighs apart for him to see the bright flash of your panties cut through the sheer, black material-? Just like that.

He’s snatching a long-lasting look when you cross one leg over the other, flashing him in your attempt to get comfortable in your chair. His lip twitches, chest heaving out a poorly hidden sigh as he readjusts the frames of his glasses. He hopes you don't notice- Hopes your focus is all on your clipboard while you scribble and scrawl down his half-assed answers and not the way his pink tongue darts at his lip with a lick.

The day you came in with a pair of fine-hole fishnets had the doctor choking on his morning coffee. It was almost like you were teasing him- Pinching and pulling at the material all day, separating those little diamond shapes from your skin, leaving raw little indents behind from where you sat against the material. These were even lovelier on your skin, creating such intricate optical illusions it even had him double-taking and second-guessing if he even wore the correct glasses today. Dynamic and sexy, even harder to keep his prying eyes away, drawn to the sweet kinetic shine of the skimpy fabric under the sickly fluorescent lights.

Snap, snap. More pinches of those fishnet tights, fidgety and distracting for the both of you, making you squirm in your chair, huffing softly in frustration, overstimulating yourself with your choice of clothes that day.

 Yoba, he’d help you if he could, wouldn't he?

Just a little rip of those stingy little diamonds, a scratchy twangy noise while he frees you from the confines of the material. Enough of a hole to slip his length into, have the coarse squeeze of fabric wrap around him, a second stimulation from the first- If you know what he means.

He could just imagine it. Pressing his palms into your thighs, spreading them nicely, letting the stringy diamond pattern dig and cut into his own skin, leaving a nice red-raw indent. It’d mark you too, pressed with his own weight, etching into your skin, that webbed pattern stinging and itchy just as it irritates his hands all the same way.

He doesn't know how it actually happens exactly.

Perhaps it's weeks of complimenting your outfits, buttering you up with morning drinks to brighten up your day, perhaps it's the special treatment he shamelessly praises upon you. The Doctor's coat? Neat and tidy grey-stricken curls indicating his mature age? The quirk of his personality shining under the steady professional persona? Perhaps you fed on his attentions, soaked them in over the course of knowing him.

Whatever it was, the man wasn't going to mull over it.

He had you.

Tumbling into the space of the clinic’s broom closet, bumping into forgotten appliances, spine pressing uncomfortably into the jut of a long-ago broken cabinet. Knocking into a mop, letting the poor thing clatter to the floor, bumping a shelf with a clink of trinkets long forgotten, all in a feverish motion to kiss and nip into each other's lips.

Clumsy, clattering, teeth clipping teeth with the desperate nature of your kisses, groaning into your mouth with parted lips, tongue swirling, breaths mingling together huff after huff.

His hands squeeze into you, holding you firm in his grasp, long, dexterous fingers wrapping around your hips. He gropes, palms expertly massaging into your body as his hands slide down, aiming to hook into the bottom of your skirt. He lifts it, letting the stiff fabric rise and stay, folded messily against your tummy. He sighs in bliss, palms back on you, groping lovingly into the coarse fabric covering your outer thighs. The micro threads irritate his skin with his pressing, stinging just the way he needed, blunt fingernails scratching into your pantyhose covered thighs with zippy noises.

Hands travel, soft palms pressed into the hairs on his chest, breaching his half-unbuttoned shirt with your own touches. His own make their way between your legs, hand tilted to face you, digits rubbing down, pressing soft rolls of his fingers against the taut fabric covering your clothed cunt. So, so warm- The supple heat of your pussy and the friction of fabric, palm heated sweetly as it presses into your clit, taking your desperate grinds with a rubbing cup of your mound. You moan in his mouth, a desperate plea of his professional title, “Doctor,” you mewl, your own hands moving to cup the bulge pushing against the tight seam of his trousers.

It's an easy dance, mutually pleasuring each other with the touch of your hands, stroking, rubbing, circling all until someone snaps.

Harvey easily manhandles you, taking out the pent-up sexual tension that had been building up in his gut for weeks, finally doing something with the energy. You spin on the spot, back pressed into the warmth of his bare chest, neck attacked with prickly kisses right on your sensitive pulse points, beating under his teeth and tongue. All while his arm slings snuggly around your middle, pulling you nice and close, palm rubbing a soothe up and down your ribs.

Harvey’s free hand works at his pants, unbuckling the tight belt hugging at his waist, metal clinking against itself before the thick leather comes off with a grind of fabric on fabric. The buckle clinks roughly to the floor, singing with a metallic jingle already forgotten by the man as he works his thumb through the button of his fly. 

His cock is freed, thick and tan, drooly at his tip, crying sweet weeps out just for you. He fists it a few times, jerking it with wet strokes as his lips halt and part open on your neck, sighing a hot breath into the supple spot under your ear, moustache grazing your skin with the motion. Yoba, it's probably a pitiful display but how can he care? When you lean back into him, rubbing your ass on the mushroom tip of his dick, craning your head back to lick and kiss against his lips.  You keen into him, spreading your legs giving access, coaxing him to nestle his length between them.

You were too good to him. Having his chubby, dribbly cock nestled sweetly between your thighs, hugged so warm by the tight squish, feeling that rougher material of your tights graze against the velvet skin of his length. Skirt ridden up, cock thrusting against the rough material covering your pussy, his dribbled head perfectly on display, peeking from between your legs. Poke, poke, poke, all flushed pinky-purple, throbbing with each rough push, leaking messy beads of pre-cum into the shiny, stretchy fabric.

He moans softly, free noises breathed out from his lungs, sighs tainted with the vibration of his voice- Nearly wordless praises murmured into the quiet air of the closet, save for the rub of stretched nylon rubbing against itself as he fucks his length between your thighs. His hand rubs at your clit, through that rough pantyhose material, skilled and precise fingers pressing quick circles on your clothed bud.

Despite all those layers, he can still feel the soft slick of your cunt – On his hand, on his cock- dribbling through your panties and tights, joining in on the slick-wet mess between your thighs. The friction is a decedent feeling, rough and warm and yet still silky-soft, fabric chafing against itself with every rolling hump of his hips. 

He was getting closer- God he was. It was impossible not to-

“Yoba.. I love it when you wear these..” Harvey manages, huffing through his sentence, a choppy murmur gravelled up from his throat.

“I know..~” You call with a light giggle rolling your hips with him, squeaking excited little noises every time he kissed and rubbed. 

He groans out loud, tipping his head back with a bitten lip, sweet, milky brown eyes rolling into the back of his skull as his cock throbs sticky pulses within the squeeze of your thighs. Messy, staining, milky cum spilling against your clothed cunt in stuttered ropey spurts. Arm tightening around your waist, fingers turning into sloppy rubs, curling into your cum soaked tights with each hard sputter of his cock.

Yeah.

Harvey made the right choice in hiring you.

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Sorry for the delay and the prompt switch! I'm going to try my best to catch up! The original Shane fic is in the works~ just far longer than anticipated :)

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