the morals were looser


New York, 1922, the tempo of the city had changed sharply. Stocks reached record peaks, and Wall Street booms a steady golden roar. The buildings were higher, the parties were bigger, the morals were looser, and the ban on alcohol had backfired, making the liquor cheaper. Wall Street was luring the young and ambitious, and I was one of them.


“The parties were bigger. The pace was faster, the shows were broader, the buildings were higher, the morals were looser, and the liquor was cheaper.“

the parties were bigger, the pace was faster
the shows were broader, the buildings were higher
the morals were looser, and the liquor was cheaper….
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The Great Gemini, chapter 1 (Raja x Violet) - TheDane & Polly

AN: Welcome to the roaring 20’s and the life of one Pearl Liaison. Life is hard for a single girl in the big apple, but rumor has it that on West Egg the booze flows free, the sky is the limit, and nothing can stop your dreams.

This is the prolouge/first chapter of a cisgirl/lesbian The Great Gatsby Inspired story from TheDane and Polly, kindly betaed by the darling Veronica. We hope you’ll enjoy the first chapter, and join us on our journey. Header is made by Polly!

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The universe has tried for millenia to replicate the lions. They’ve gotten close a few times.

The first were the Cercias. Scientists with loose morals and looser safety guidelines. Those were monsters that made the robeasts look docile and primitive. Creatures that were the things of nightmares.

The last are the robeasts. Deadly but not quite there yet. They are getting closer, and this both is exciting and terrifying.

There were multiple attempts in between this first and latest. Among them were those facilitated by the Space Witch, a relic from an ancient time and with such a generic title it was hard to seperate her from the thousand other who shared the title. She had a gray stripe in her hair, though. The Black Lion remembered that much.

This space witch loved the mystery, loved the questions the Lions posed by simply existing. She never tried to solve it, and that was how she managed so well.

The Black Lion knew of her attempts, a pack of wolves, the forebears of the pets she so loved. All but two died, the screams of intelligent life echoing through the void like a call to recognition.

The two that survived were… young. Twins that the black lion was intrigued by, their spirits so bright it was like looking into a star and a full moon.

The witch named them, pulling from a pair of god-children she loved as much as the stars. The lion lost track of them, the years passing and so she believed them gone after the great isolation.

Instead they resurfaced, this Hati, this one who hates… and with him a boy no larger than Greens cub. Hati regarded this boy as a littermate, not surprising since they were so very young.

She does not treat them as cubs- wolves and lions have never shared affections like that, but she does take him under her wing, teaching the great wolf as she teaches her cub. How to lead, how to not back down. She shares her experiences with him, her own stories of wolves that ate the sun and ate the moon and gained the powers of creation itself. The witch isn’t the only one with stories to tell.

They fight- often. It is in their nature’s to do so- the wolf and the lion have never been friends, but they coexist.

He tells her of the secrets he sees, the mysteries he smells. She listens, for he sees even more than she can, and it is fascinating knowing a beast like her who can see the magic the druids work and understand it as well as she understands how stars work.

They tussle, they snap and snarl and growl and threaten, completely opposite of what their pilots do, the small cub being adopted into the group, treated like the child he is, the child he should be.

Hati is protective, is arrogant. She does not try to change this. She encourages it, her sin is pride, after all, and he has reason to be arrogant. He is star eater, he is half of a whole, and that is frightening all in its own.

Five is both greater and lesser when compared to two. It all depends on how you fight. Wolves and lions never did get along. They coexist wonderfully though.

So she shows him what she can, cautioning Hati against the space witch. She may be the closet thing he has to a mother, but she is not good and she is only nice because of his cub. She is one who thinks of machibes in terms of property. He learns caution, and grind as he explains her magic to the black lion. He knows much. So very much for a pup so young. Did the witch mean to put so much of herself in this beast of metal and wire?

Hati is soft, but not to Black. He is soft to Blue and he is soft to Green, egging them on to play and engaging in mock challenges with Red. They play at vying for leadership and it is good for both of them. He misses his other half, it is clear, but he is doing well so far.

He sits with Black, watching his biped littermate with her cub. They don’t say anything about it, but they both approve. Both boys need healing. So much healing.

She snaps at him, sometimes. He worries her tail and tries to goad her into playing. She swats at him and snarls until she finally chases him out of the castle until she lands in a cunning trap, being tackles by a waiting Yellow.

Hati laughs, and with his head thrown back, it looks like he’s eating the sun.

The restlessness…approached hysteria. The parties were bigger…The pace was faster…the shows were broader, the buildings were higher, the morals were looser, and the liquor was cheaper…

F. Scott Fitzgerald describing New York, upon his return from Europe in 1926.

(From: Scott Fitzgerald, by Andrew Turnbull)


movie: the great gatsby
cast: leonardo dicaprio, carey mulligan, tobey maguire

Stocks reached record peaks, and Wall Street boomed a steady golden roar. The parties were bigger, the shows were broader, the buildings were higher, the morals were looser, and the ban on alcohol had backfired. Making the liquor cheaper. Wall Street was luring the young and ambitious, and I was one of them.


In the summer of 1922, the tempo of the city approached hysteria.
Stocks reached record peaks and Wall Street boomed in a steady golden roar.

The parties were bigger.The shows were broader.The buildings were higher.

The morals were looser, and the ban on alcohol had backfired, making the liquor cheaper than ever. 

One man captivated my imagination during that summer in New York, casting a dream-like glamour wherever he went.  No one knew where he came from, or what he did, and we could never suspect what he was after.