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My soul cries out for Scotland and England being siblings; I love those two and their stormy sense of brotherhood. I may or may not be biased cos my favourite period is medieval, which is ripe for England and Scotland conflict and shenanigans.

Congratulations on 1000 followers! You deserve it!

Thank you so much, Ballad!! And to you too Nonny, that's a high compliment indeed <3

I got a few requests for UK bros and England and Scotland as a pair, so there will be more than just this. I hope this quick little story fits the bill in the meantime!

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Currency

Alba nodded in satisfaction as he tilted the horse's face slightly to the side, its rubbery lips soft and warm against his bare palm.

'Teeth seem fine.'

'Let me see.'

Alba bent to hold Albion up to the animal, settling his weight against his hip.

'Careful.' He warned as his brother reached out for the horse's nose, 'Slowly. Or she'll bite.'

'I know.' Albion said sharply, but paused his hands in mid air before lowering them carefully down on the short fur, 'I'm not stupid.'

'Sure.'

'So what do you think.' The horse's owner, a traveller from Gaul unusual this far up north, peered at them with lowered brows. His accent was thick, more used to the Brythonic dialects of the south than the midland ones now quick on Alba's tongue. 'You take her? She's strong; good for distance.'

'She seems healthy.' Alba agreed, 'Perfect for the winter.'

'That what you need her for?'

Alba didn't reply.

The stranger raised his hands, conceding, 'Well, she is yours if you want. She can't have more foal so she no good to me, and no war mount either.' He patted his other horse on its thick neck, the creature a good few hands taller than the smaller female they were discussing. They were tied together with a long rope, the smaller horse further tethered to a loaded wooden wagon.

Alba ignored this comment too. 'What do you want for her?' He asked, switching to what he hoped was the man's native tongue, a language from Northern Gaul he had picked up from some sailors a few years ago. It was useful to know the closest ones from the mainland and he was rewarded for his rusty troubles with a wry smile.

‘125 denarii’, The Gaul said smoothly, ‘Or equivalent, if you have other currency.’

'Coins?' Alba shifted Albion's weight, his brother slipping from his grip in his attempt to lean closer to the horse, too interested in stroking her to pay any attention to the conversation. 'What about in trade?'

'I trade in coin for horses.'

'We don't use coin here.' (1)

'Then you don't trade with me.'

Alba silently cursed. They did not need a horse, not in the way they needed food or shelter, but it would certainly be useful. Winter was tightening its grip on the land and a horse would make tracking across snow and icy terrain between clans much easier. Alba and Ériu could cross the distances fine enough, but their brothers were too young to make as many long treks without either numerous breaks in between or long stops in settlements. Summer, with its days of generous light and warm weather, made the amount of travelling Alba wanted to do easier, but as soon as the days grew short it became more and more difficult to move safely at any decent speed. Mama always had them more settled at this time of year, but even Albion could feel a new restlessness in the air that hadn't been there in her time.

A mare would help.

Alba placed Albion down and felt discreetly for the pouch of assorted coins against his leg. 'Why do you want coin?'

The Gaul shrugged, 'Much of the mainland uses coin. It's common.'

'Not here.'

'Here is not the main land.'

'Why for horses?'

The man spread an arm in an arc over his wagon, the thick waterproof cover high over whatever was piled underneath, 'Everything else, I'll trade for in these parts. But horses are worth their weight in gold, here as much as anywhere else. The value is not tradeable.'

Albion tugged at Alba's trousers, 'Let me back up.'

'We have quality things to trade.' Sticking to the stranger's language, Alba kept the Gaul's gaze. Albion tugged at him again and Alba gripped the shoulder of his cloak to hold him still, fingers digging down firm. 'Cloth, dyed. Jewellery, skins, meat-'

'I only trade horses in coin.'

The man spoke politely enough but Alba could hear the note of finality in his words.

'Adair-'

'Shh!' Alba pushed Albion away towards the horse, noting that she was still patient and calm despite the child by her feet. 'Go away.'

From his inner pocket, he lifted out the pouch which held their meagre collection of coins. They were all different: various sizes and colours, with different pictures on their sides. They found them along their travels by the sides of worn and well walked roads, usually in the south around port settlements and trade points. Albion and Ériu had a keen eye for them in the mud and grass and they had amassed a fair few.Alba selected the biggest one and held it out.

The man blinked at him.

'For the horse.' Alba said.

The man laughed loudly. Alba felt his cheeks flush and brought his hand back down, feeling wrong-footed. 'What?'

'You are serious?' The man shook his head and grinned, 'One coin?'

Alba frowned. 'You said you wanted coin. One horse, one coin.'

'By the Gods.' The man ran a hand through his hair and laughed again, 'If I didn't know you were serious, boy, I'd beat you for the cheek of it. One horse, one coin; my my.'

He huffed in amusement and gestured for the pouch, 'Show me those.'

He took the collection and tipped the contents into Alba's palm, moving the coins around with a thick index finger. 'You see the different faces and sizes? They all have different worth.'

Alba stared at them.

'They're not like pots, or furs, where the value is unique to what you’re trading.' The man continued, flipping over one of the coins, 'If one if shiny or newer, it doesn't change value. So long as it is the same weight. And the different sized coins represent different value, as well as what they’re made of.'

‘But some are gold.’

The man patted Alba hard on the shoulder, 'You need to learn money, boy, if you want to do proper trade.'

Alba forced his face to stay expressionless, 'Is it enough. For the mare.'

'No.'

Alba scoffed and tipped the money back into the pouch. 'Then this has been a waste of both our time.'

The Gaul sucked at his top lip behind his moustache and jerked his head over Alba's shoulder, 'They all yours?'

Ériu and Cymru were further away behind them on the muddy track, kicking a small rock back and forth between them. Ériu caught the rock between Crymu's feet and kicked it free with a shout of victory, dashing away to gain a clear advantage.

'Yes.' Alba said, watching them.

‘Parents? Clan?’

‘No.’

The man nodded. 'That's a lot of you. You’re all young to be alone as you are.'

Alba didn't reply.

‘Tell you what.’ Before Alba could react, too quick even to register exactly what happened, the man hunkered down and gripped a hand around Albion’s upper arm. He tugged him closer, hard enough so that Albion tripped over his feet, ‘I’ll take this one as payment. We’ll do it your way and make it a trade.’

He cupped a hand around Albion’s head to stare into his eyes, critical and cool as if assessing an animal, ‘He seems strong enough to grow into something worthwhile.’

‘Get off him!’ Alba’s voice cracked, surprise rendering him younger, and stepped forwards, one hand going to the dagger by his side.

The man put up a hand, eyes still on Albion, ‘Calm down. I’m only looking.’

‘He’s not for sale.’

‘You want to trade rather than pay? This is at least a fair exchange.’

Albion, the shock of being tugged about by a stranger finally having worn off, twisted sharply and bit down hard on the man’s wrist. The Gaul reacted in kind and stood with a yelp, sending Albion flying back with a wet thud into the muddy ground.

‘Vermin!’ He kicked out at Albion where he lay sprawled, catching him in the stomach.

Over Albion’s cry of pain, Alba heard Ériu shout something from behind him, then the sound of running.

The man returned his attention to Alba and cradled his wrist, his eyes flashing, ‘It was a true offer, made in kind faith. He would have had a better life with me and you’d know it, if you weren’t so damn foolish. Food, shelter; not this.’ He gestured to Alba’s worn clothes, travel stained and haphazardly repaired.

‘We don’t want the kindness, sir.’

‘Then by your own death be it.’ The Gaul shook out his hand and swung himself up onto his horse. Clicking his tongue, he kicked at its flank and moved them off without a look back.

Alba lunged forwards and quickly dragged Albion out of the way of the wheels before they could clip him, hoisting him into his arms.

‘You’re alright.’ He told him, more to make it true than anything else, ‘It wasn’t that bad.’

‘What happened?’ Ériu came panting beside him, looking from Alba to Albion and then at the retreating caravan, ‘Did he-‘

‘Leave it.’

Ériu reached for his dagger as Cymru came breathless and horrified by his side, ‘Who does he thi-‘

‘Leave it.’ Alba, grabbed his arm. ‘It’s not worth it.’

He felt Albion press his face into his shoulder, arms tight about his neck, and swallowed back something hot and bitter, ‘He’s not one of ours.’

Ériu’s expression soured into disgust, ‘I don’t think that should change anything.’

‘Doesn’t matter what you think.’ Alba turned away so that Ériu couldn’t see the shame and anger on his face, ‘It fucking does.’

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‘Adair.’

Alba opened his eyes and stared at the dark ceiling of their makeshift shelter. The campfire Ériu was guarding outside made the shadows jump, the outlines of the branches supporting the skins above their heads jumping and lengthening into nothingness.

‘Ad-‘

‘What, Arthur.’ Alba turned his head to find Albion, wide-eyed and watchful between him and Cymru.

‘What that man said earlier-‘

Alba turned away. ‘Go to sleep.’

‘Is that how people see us now?’

Albion’s voice was quiet, smaller beyond trying not to wake Cymru fast asleep on his back. Alba rolled back to face him, ‘See us like what.’

Albion shrugged, a small movement under heavy furs, ‘Alone.’

More than simply alone, Alba knew he meant. ‘Alone’ as something bad, something less than. Something to be pitied. He cracked the knuckles of one hand with his thumb under the covers as he thought of what to say, ‘We are alone.’

‘Mama was alone.’ Albion said quietly, ‘She used to say so, before we were here. But-’

‘Mama was grown.’

‘She wasn’t always.’

‘Before then, there were more. Mama was the last one of her family before we came along.’

‘It wasn’t a bad thing then, though. For her to be alone.’

‘Were you born?’ Alba raised an eyebrow even though Albion likely couldn’t see it, ‘How do you know.’

Albion stayed silent. Alba thought of his belly, the purple bruises they had found bloomed into his pale skin from the boot that caught him earlier, and reached for his brother to gently pull him closer, ‘We are alone. That’s our fate now. Believing it to be good or bad won’t change it. It just is.’

‘I suppose.’

‘Nothing wrong with being alone, anyway.’ Alba tucked Albion’s head under his chin, his hair cool from the chilly air, and closed his eyes, ‘We’re alright on our own.’

‘We need to get better at it.’

‘I’ll take your advice when you can stay awake through a watch.’

‘...That was one time.’

‘The only time we let you try.’

Albion huffed and shifted closer. ‘I don’t want to go on watch anyway.’

‘Then I don’t want your advice.’

Albion fell silent, and Alba listened through Cymru’s snores as his breathing slowed and deepened. Every experience had something to learn, Mama had always said, and the day’s teaching was a valuable one, as hard as it was to take. The world beyond their lands was unknown, and something they’d need to learn to read and understand if they wanted to work with it successfully.

The next day, Alba spread the illegible coins of foreign kings onto the ground and began to learn.

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AN:

(1) Celts and trade. Celtic peoples used a bartering system of trading goods, rather than using money. Coins were used to store or show wealth but were also just as often used in jewellery. Celtic nations on the European mainland did eventually start minting their own currencies, followed by the British Celts much later, but it was a system quite late to take compared to their contemporaries

You can read more about it here, though as always please do your own research!

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dailybrandonrogers · 10 months

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The BRCU Timelines - A Summary of the Core Overarching Plotline

Pre-BtH Timeline - "Old/Original Timline"

The British Timeline

The Elmer Revolution Timeline

Post-BtH Timeline - "New/Current Timeline"

(Coloured-coded in rainbow order to help remember the timeline occurring order; as in red comes before green, and so does the corresponding timelines, hope this helps!)

1920s - Donna Phitts is born

1971 - Bryce Tankthrust and Bobby Worst are born

2011 - Sebastian Hernandez is born

2018 - Sebastian Hernandez gets a gang sign tattooed on his left arm by the Eldest Elmer in order to continue hiding in his tattoo shop after running away from Helen Brownstein at the beach.

2033 - Blame (Sebastian Hernandez) buys a time machine off of Craigslist in order to travel back in time and tell his past self to change a gang sign tattoo he got as a seven year old. He loses the time machine upon arrival at the beach and after exchanging ownership several times the time machine ends up in the possession of Lord & Lady Mingeworthy, who travel back in time to the year 1865. In 1865, the Mingeworthies are forced to give the time machine to Lucious Cowpussy and Vivian Delongprix, trapping them in 1865. Lucious and Vivian use the time machine to return to 2018, where after exchanging further bouts of ownership returns to Blame, who finally tells his seven year old self to not get the gang sign. Thinking his plan has been a success, Blame returns to 2033 only to find that the displacement of the Mingeworthies from 2018 to 1865 has created a new timeline due to their interferance with historical events; the British timeline.

2033, 1865, 2018 - Blame goes on a fetch-quest through time and space that eventually prevents the Mingeworthies from possessing the time machine in the first place, whilst still allowing the Eldest Elmer (then, known as Tattoo Shop Elmer) to temporarily access the time machine and scheme with Hitler to create the Elmer Revolution timeline.

2018 - The original (non-main character) Blame who travelled back to 2018 to get his tattoo changed decides to hand over his time machine, and stay in 2018. This prompts the events of Stuff & Sam several months later.

2018/2019 - Stuff & Sam takes place in what is technically The Elmer Revolution timeline. However, The Elmer Revolution is not triggered until 15 years later in 2033 when Blame arrives back, allowing the Eldest Elmer to enact his nuke.

1942 - The new timeline is created after the death of Elmer in 1942. Thanks to "lime-a-dozen," whose reveal name is revealed to be Donna Phitts, Blame's life is spared after a near-fatal injury and he is subsequently given a new identity as a man named George. George remembers nothing of his past identity and goes on to live with severe cognitive impairment for the rest of his life.

1971 - Bryce Tankthrust and Bobby Worst were born.

1981 - Bryce Tankthrust meets and falls in love with Bobby Worst at school. Not wanting to be upstaged by another couple at school, she cuts out her heart as a love devotion to him. Abraham Lincoln and Hitler get into fight after being transported foward in time which prompts the revelation of Hitler being Bobby's grandfather. While this heart is later sewn back into her chest by her mortician neighbour, it's given a low chance of long-term viability and becomes a ticking time bomb.

1981 - Bobby Worst is thrown into an orphanage by Bryce's mother after being abandoned by his father, Coach Best, upon the publicisation that Bobby & Coach Best are direct descendants of Adolf Hitler.

1991 - Tammy Tankthrust is arrested and imprisoned for her crimes after calling her victim ugly.

1991 - Finally liberated from her mother, Bryce Tankthrust begins working at CallCo Phones after her involvement in the accidental death of her boyfriend, Donovan, who previously worked there.

1991 - Bryce Tankthrust reunites with Bobby Worst, who is working as an assistant for her boss's wife.

1991 - Bryce's heart transplant finally fails, and her colleague Gloria, a cellphone technician with a secret passion for cardiology, offers to test out a prototype robotic heart as a replacement on her.

1991 - Bryce Tankthrust convinces Gloria to build a robotic replica of her ex-boyfriend, Donovan, in order to temporarily carry out the Double Diva Diversion scheme and make some quick money before promising herself to stay on a legitimate money making career path.

1991 - Donovan murders a man while attempting to help Bryce with a scheme, leading another robot to identify him as dangerous and kill him. Bryce gives him her robotic heart to resurrect him, and leaves him cardiology books to perform a heart transplant on her using the stolen heart of the man Donovan initially killed.

1991 - After so much shit goes down at work, Bryce Tankthrust decides to give in and pursue a life of crime with the help of her robotic assistant Donovan.

2016 - A Day At The Park takes place.

2016 - Queen Elizabeth II ends her deal with Bryce Tankthrust. Previously, Bryce was paying her five million dollars a month to recieve orphan hearts to fulfil her need to frequent heart transplants. This results in a personal feud, prompting Bryce Tankthrust to run for President.

2016 - Adrian Gelson assaults Queen Elizabeth II, leaving her permanently disfigured, at a national park and steals her ring in order to use it to propose to his girlfriend, Everly Darling. After getting married, Adrian & Everly move to Clamville under the alter egos of Mr. & Mrs. Gallager to settle down and start a normal life. However, they are tracked down by a bounty hunter of Queen Elizabeth II and coerced into returning the ring. After murdering the bounty hunter and attempting to escape Clamville, they're kidnapped by Mrs. Frontbottom, the Queen's head of security, and forced to take on the British alter egos of Lord & Lady Mingeworthy while carrying out a mission to obtain the ring left in Clamville and return it to her majesty. However, despite successfully completing this mission, they are forced into keeping the British alter egos and carrying out a life of servitude to the Queen in Clamville as an alternative to death.

November 4th 2016 - Bryce Tankthrust is Elected President.

2020 - Bryce Tankthrust stages the incarceration and escape of horny terrorist Bobby Worst.

November 4th 2020 - Bryce Tankthrust loses the presidential election.

2021 - Footage of Bryce Tankthrust staging the incarceration and escape of Bobby Worst is leaked to the public, which severely damages Bryce's reputation, and businesses. As a consequence, she loses her entire fortune and is left broke.

2021 - Bobby Worst is kidnapped by the Mingeworthies at the request of Queen Elizabeth II as an attack against Bryce Tankthrust.

2021 - Mrs. Frontbottom is revealed to be alive and overthrows Queen Elizabeth II as Queen of the UK.

2021 - Bryce Tankthrust and her assistant Donovan team up with the Mingeworthies to rescue Bobby Worst.

2021 - Bryce Tankthrust gets exonerated, restoring her reputation anf fortune, and her and Bobby Worst get married. Adrian & Everly decide to continue living life as the Mingeworthies, despite being freed from their contract

#brandon rogers #bryce tankthrust #brcu #bryce series #normal british series #blame the hero #stuff & sam #timeline rambles #this will be updated again after the final episode of bryce drops #brandon rogers blame #brandon rogers sam #brandon rogers bobby worst #Timelineramblings

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