#fe mechanical

[school-of-pe]

3 Things You Need to Know to Ace the FE Mechanical Exam 

Aspiring to ace the FE Mechanical Exam on your first try? You have landed in the right place. This blog covers three essential exam strategies to help you navigate your preparation faster and prepare you for success. 

Choosing Study Resources 

Utilize the Reference Handbook 

Familiarizing yourself with the NCEES reference handbook is crucial for success in your exam preparation. Since the digital version of the handbook is the only reference material you can use during the FE exam, it is important to understand the content, unit conversions, and how to quickly locate formulas. This knowledge will not only help you become acquainted with the material but also improve your efficiency during the exam. 

Gather the Right Study Materials 

When preparing for the FE Mechanical exam, be sure to choose appropriate study materials. Take the time to research and select materials with updated content that aligns with NCEES standards. If you come across any sources that are difficult to understand, disregard them and opt for materials that effectively help you comprehend each exam concept. 

Consider enrolling in an FE Mechanical prep course to enhance your prep efforts and gain access to the course materials throughout your prep journey. Enroll in School of PE's expert-led course to gain insights into exam concepts and the learning tools/resources required to succeed. 

Time Management 

It is crucial to manage your time effectively and prepare for the exam. Avoid procrastination and focus on consistency. Schedule specific blocks of time for each exam subject, and be sure to include regular breaks to stay refreshed and prevent burnout. Dedicating 8-9 hours a day to learning is recommended to expedite the learning process. By sticking to your schedule consistently, you can grasp the concepts quickly and ultimately achieve a high score on the exam. 

Frequent Practice�� 

Practice Problems 

It is important to practice regularly to become familiar with applying knowledge, using formulas, and following solution procedures. You can take advantage of School of PE’s workshop sessions to work through all aspects of problems, which will help you prepare for the exam. You can also watch online videos or attend our lecture classes to learn how to solve problems using the correct formulas. The detailed solutions provided in the videos will help you improve your problem-solving skills and apply your knowledge to similar problems that may appear on the exam. 

FE Mechanical Practice Exam 

Taking a full-length practice exam is vital. Doing so enables you to be familiar with the exam format, question types, high-priority topics, and more. It helps you track your study process, boost your test-taking skills, and approach the exam with confidence. Further, it enables you to identify your mistakes, focus on the areas of improvement, and achieve success. 

Conclusion 

Selecting the right resources, managing your time, and taking frequent practice will increase your chances of success. You can do it! Hope these strategies help you prepare efficiently and get ready for the exam. If you need further assistance, contact the experts at School of PE to support your FE Mechanical exam preparation in every way possible. 

[tartppola]

corn plate moment but is he wearing a mechanics uniform under that jacket 🤔

[crescentfool]

i've been doing a bunch of tartarus runs in reload lately, and it got me thinking about how i miss certain ways FES's clunky gameplay can characterize minato… (ramble about the great clock mechanic + leveling up party members in reload vs fes under the cut)

when i got to yabbashah block in tartarus (block 3), i remember commending the developers for adding the great clock mechanic. it's a much more convenient way to keep party members at the protagonist's level- so when you think about p3 from the perspective of trying to make it easier for people to play, the mechanic succeeds in this respect.

but now that i'm in adamah block, and that i've done lots of my once-a-month tartarus runs… i think that i got a little too dependent on it, and the way that i played through reload feels like a vastly different experience from how i played FES.

in reload, my party's levels are very lopsided. minato, yukari, akihiko, mitsuru, and fuuka are all level 90+, meanwhile junpei and aigis are at level 79, and then… poor ken and koromaru are at 71 and 64 respectively. (i never got to have a great clock for them…)

meanwhile, in FES, my party's levels were much more evenly distributed and were at least level 90. i did all of this manually for every monthly tartarus run because i enjoyed having options available for the taratarus guardians and monthly operations.

with how i perceive minato, i feel that the way i played FES feels more in-line with his character than me dawdling around waiting for the great clocks in reload.

FES's gameplay loop left me with the very strong impression that minato has to work twice as hard as everyone else in SEES does. it makes sense because, yeah, he's the leader, but something about having minato run through tartarus multiple times with different groups of people just to make sure that they are adequately prepared speaks volumes about his character, to me.

and while the tired mechanic is present in reload to some degree, most notably with allowing you to freely raise your courage stat when you visit edogawa after school… the tiredness system doesn't hit the same way that FES does, i think.

the way your party members in FES will call it quits when they return to the entrance floor at tartarus when they're tired, versus minato, in spite of all his tiredness and sickness, still pushes through tartarus because it's his responsibility…. idk!!! i miss that! i feel like this really hammers home the difference between minato and the rest of SEES, how minato doesn't really see himself as a human with needs worth respecting as long as he's useful to someone.

i don't think that tartarus being tedious (in FES especially) is not what most people would describe as fun, and i can respect people thinking it's a slog. but, regardless of how it feels to play, it doesn't change that FES's gameplay loop is a fundamental building block in how i perceive minato…

of course, i do recognize that you can just opt to NOT use the great clock in reload (and it's great when players are offered the choice to not partake in mechanics)! i definitely think that if someone really wanted to, they could manually level up party members, but i do feel that kind of playstyle isn't necessarily "incentivized" to the type of people who are into playing games for Having a Good Time. it's kind of like… "why would you do that when there's a much more convenient option available to you."

in any case! despite my woes, i do want to emphasize that i'm glad that reload has a much more smoother gameplay loop than the original P3 did, because it does make the game more accessible to people. having played both FES and reload, it feels very strongly apparent to me how the core gameplay formula of persona has really been refined in the past 18 years (to think og p3 was 2006 and reload is 2024.. time flies!). and reload has made revisiting a story that i love so dearly much, much easier because the gameplay just bops!

at the same time, due to my "i miss characterization informed by weird and dated FES gameplay quirks" woes, i still think that playing FES is worthwhile. (really, i feel this way about all iterations of p3! i think it's worthwhile to see what each version and side media has to say even if it doesn't Land™ for you.) but i also understand why people wouldn't want to play it, so i will keep writing posts about things i liked from FES's gameplay because i'm still very fond of FES (especially in respects to minato. these mechanics are so telling about him!!!) 💪

[taffywabbit]

me: i wish someone other than intsys would make a good tactical RPG with Fire Emblem-style gameplay for me to enjoy

studio: look we made a cool new tactical RPG that fans of strategy games like Fire Emblem will enjoy

me: is the gameplay Final Fantasy Tactics or Advance Wars

studio: it's a good tactical RPG ma'am. fans of strategy games like Fire Emblem will enjoy it :)

me: *plays 20 minutes of it*

(it's FF Tactics or Advance Wars)

[randomnameless]

I really don't like the way you say a Laguz is "dead" or not a Laguz anymore if it can't transform. You'd be bothered if somebody said a person died or became less than human if they were paraplegic or severely mentally handicapped, right?

Good thing that people transforming in animals who lose said ability because they got a mixed-race baby don't exist in real life right ?

I'm sure the argument of "you'll be crippled if you get a baby with people X" was used in nauseabond RL circles during darker ages, but I'm sure that's not the kind of comparison you wanted to make anon !

Death is of course a metaphor, Almedha and Lehran are still alive and kicking through FE9 and FE10.

However, through the course of those games, if you played them or watched a lp, players realise that Laguz identity is tied to their ability to use their respective powers, in opposition to beorcs who don't have the same abilities.

A Laguz is thus a human who can transform in a bestial form and use their inherent power. Laguz societies put a lot of emphasis on this ability to transform and the inherent "strength" of their kin that we are told they base some system of government according to it (strongest becomes king).

(don't ask me why Tellius devs decided to tackle the "good savage" trope by having literal animal people, but it sure was a decision)

Now, Almedha and Lehran cannot transform anymore.

They cannot use their powers anymore (Lehran's inability to sing, thus fulfil his part of the promise to the goddess was one of the reasons behind his initial mental breakdown !).

They have, as Tibarn notes it, no scent anymore : I don't think scent here means what kind of perfume they're using, but something more in the lines that their core being changed and he, as a Laguz, cannot recognise it to the point where he's confused and wonders if she's a beorc or, neither beorc nor laguz...

As someone with chronic illness, I do not think I'm less than human because a pair of lungs don't define identity or "humanity", but in the Tellius world, for Laguz, being able to use their various powers define who they are.

Deghinsea is blunt like a hammer, alas he's not wrong : Lehran "lost" his "birthright" and this loss isn't treated like Largo's loss of his arm.

Short story : Laguz who hold hands with Beorcs and get a kid will lose all (but not the ability to use a sending Stone ?) of their powers and while they feel like they are no "true" Laguz anymore, the other Laguz can't recognise them as kin either.

Irl people who deny humanity to people who are, in your own words, "paraplegic or severely mentally handicapped" are pieces of crap and, imo, should be avoided at all costs, but we're not talking about irl, but about the fictional setting of Tellius that I find more and more shitty with the years.

In Tellius, a Laguz who fucks a Beorc, for themselves and for the rest of the world (hell even with their world's mechanics, iirc Sephiran loses the wind weakness bird laguz have ?), stop being Laguz, i.e. as a Laguz, they effectively die.

Laguz who turn feral and have their minds erased can still, thanks to herons, switch between forms (Rajaion).

Almedha cannot.

Laguz who were tortured and lost, due to said torture, the ability to use their wings, still can use their powers and transform (Rafiel).

Lehran cannot.

I'd be very happy, anon, if a future remake tweaked the ending for those characters and pulled some shit like "with the support of his friends and family, and mayhap the help of the goddesses he so faithfully served, Lehran finally managed to hum a galdr" and something similar with Almedha.

It would lessen, somewhat, the main plot sink of that verse that can be, and was, summed up as "Racism bad, but miscgenation bad too :S"

[honeydots]

better turn off cruise control! 🏁

[a-sketchy]

a persona inspired ttrpg would fuck so hard

[fiery-emblems]

Who do you think they'll pick for the new hero type in the future? Aid/accessory is the theme but how many characters actually have something like that? Maybe Marth and the Fire Emblem? Micaiah and Yune for sure....who else is there?

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

While having the Engage Rings in FEH is cool, they are so fucking busted in terms a balancing. Marth was okay but immediately ramped it up to far. 5 space warp to any enemy is busted, put that on any form of Gulvige who can already act 3 times a turn now can just killed your entire time in one go thanks to the warp stopping the gravity penalty Gulgive gains after attacking.

Not to mention these engage units are locked behind time sensitive banners with color share, meaning if you don't whale or are super unlucky with banner pulls, you can't get a high ranking in the Arena which means less orbs for the fun characters you love.

gulgive

[karnalesbian]

Ok as long as I'm also begging God to shape games in my favorite series [plural] in a specific way. Please for the love of fuck let the next fire emblem game (not counting the genealogy remake if that is indeed happening. the next original one whenever that is) PLEASE take notes from Engage's gameplay and not 3H's

please I'm fucking begging Engage had the best gameplay the series has seen in forever I don't care what they do with the story and supports and everything but if they choose to make the gameplay more like 3H than engage just because 3H sold well I WILL find out who made that decision, break into their house and decapitate myself in front of them while their family tries to eat breakfast

[school-of-pe]

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[marvelwitchergilmore]

Old Friends, Old Cars and New Love

Summary: Dean Winchester x Fe!OC (Peggy) [feel free to see yourself as Peggy] -> When Dean takes Sam to see an old friend of his, Sam is, it's safe to say, more than confused to see his brother with an attitude that could only equal lovesick teen or, better yet, married.

Warning: FLUFF! Dogs, Back to the Future mentions (small), light swearing and fade to smut (mostly kissing), mutual pining, long fic etc.

When Sam woke up that morning, the last thing he expected was to find his brother awake before him - after having a full 8 hours sleep. Both of them. Both of them had slept 8 full hours and yet, Dean was still up before him. 

“Dude, what the-”

“Get dressed.”

Sam paused by the kitchen door. “Okay?...Why?”

“We’re going for a ride.”

“Dean,” Sam began, “we’ve just come back from a hunt yesterday. Dude, we need a break-”

“You can stay here if you want.” Dean said, looking to his brother. “It’s not a hunt. I’m just visiting an old friend.”

“Friend? What friend? We don’t have friends, Dean. Our friends are all dead- well, most of them are.”

Dean ignored Sam’s comments. “Look, I’m going up to see her. You can either stay here or you can come with.”

“Her?”

Dean had never mentioned a ‘her’ before outside of Charlie, Jody and Donna. 

Dean just nodded to his brother. “She’s just moved. Lives a couple hours away. Thought I’d go up and say hi. There’s a couple of things I want to grab while I’m up there, too.”

“Things? What things?” Since when had his brother become a sudden mystery. Her? Things? “Are you feeling okay, Dean? You’re not…concussed? Are you? Fever?”

Sam went to place his hand by his brother’s head, but Dean just batted it away. “Are you coming or not?”

Sam agreed to go. He wanted to know who this ‘her’ was. 

All the way there, Sam asked questions. 

“Who is she? When did you meet her? What’s her name? Where the hell are we going? You’re not going just to hook up, are you? Because if you are-”

“Sam.” Dean interjected. “She’s just an old friend. I met her when I was younger. She’s got a couple of my things in her attic that I need since we’ve moved into the Bunker. Now, will you please shut up.”

“Okay.”

It was a little while longer until finally they arrived. 

Dean pulled Baby into park outside of a car mechanic shop. Sutton Workshop. 

Slowly, Sam got out of the car whilst his brother practically skipped. Where the hell were they?

Mostly, the place was silent. Was she, whoever she was, aware that they were coming?

But Sam jumped the moment he heard a voice swear. Then he spotted a pair of legs from under the cherry red mustang.. 

“Shit!”

Dean chuckled. “Don’t worry Cherry. She’s all bark and no bite.”

Sam could only see the legs of the person, but they became paralised. But not out of fear - out of recognition. 

From under the car, Peggy smiled. She thought she had been kidding herself when she heard the familiar roar of the familiar, black, 67’ but the moment she heard that deep chuckle, she knew. 

“You talking to me or the car?” Peggy asked before she rolled herself from under the car to look at the older Winchester who was stood leaning against the car. “And get off. It’s a new paint job.”

Dean stepped back with his hands up. “Yes, ma’am.”

Peggy stood up and was quick to embrace Dean. “God, it’s good to see you.” He still smelt the same. It was almost intoxicating. Whiskey and leather the seats of Baby and…gunpowder? Yep. Still Dean Winchester. 

As Peggy let go and stepped back, she found another guy stood beside them. “Peg, this is Sam.”

Peggy shook the hand of Sam’s shocked person. “Hi, nice to finally meet you.”

“I’d say you too but…”

“He didn’t tell you who I was, did he?” Peggy hit Dean’s arm, enough to make him hold it after. “Thanks for that.”

“What? He never asked.”

Sam pulled a face at Dean but he just shrugged in return. “So, tell me, what are you in town for?”

“I was hoping you still had some of my boxes.”

Boxes? What boxes? Dean had boxes?

Peggy smiled. “Yeah, I’ve still got em’. They’re up in my attic. I’ve still got a couple cars to work on but you’re welcome to go and get em’.” Peggy walked into her office before finding her house keys and chucking them over to Dean. 

“You sure?”

Peggy nodded. “Yeah. I’ll meet you back at home later. I’ve got a customer coming picking up his car in about 20 minutes.”

“Okay, I’ll see you there.”

“See ya!” Peggy then slipped back under her car and continued her work. 

“Sam!”

Sam jumped back into action and followed his brother back to Baby before Dean began driving a few streets away. “This is where she lives?”

“It didn’t look like this beforehand.” Dean told Sam, “She fixed it up.”

“She did all of this?”

Dean shrugged, placing the key into the door. “Well, I helped…a little.”

“When?” Sam asked, a little offended he didn’t know. 

“About two years ago. There was a hunt close by and she needed some help. So I helped.” Dean briefly explained. “Up here.”

Sam found it oddly unsettling that his brother knew this house a lot better than he knew the Bunker. And that's saying something. It was like there was an air of domesticity around Dean - something Sam never, ever saw in him. No matter how hard Dean tried to have it, he never could but here? Here it was like he was swimming in it. 

It was a good look on him. 

Dean pulled at the short cord before the stairs collapsed down and he began to climb them. 

The attic had been decorated, too. A little, at least. There were wooden panels everywhere, a couple of empty case boards and case file boxes on the floor. In the other corner was a large double bed with multiple plastic boxes on top with the labels of Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas on them. 

All Dean could say was; “She’s a holiday person.”

Underneath the rest of the unpacked boxes and trunks was a rug. Clearly, this was made to be an extra bedroom but had become more of a storage space for a while. 

Dean shrugged off his jacket and placed it over the wooden banister that was placed at the side of the door and began looking around. 

In the middle of the sloping roof was a window that allowed you to either watch the birds fly by or watch the stars at night. 

There had been so many nights spent here, for Dean. He could still remember the days when the case boards were filled with pinned photos and colored string leading from one to another. 

As Dean began opening one box, Sam opened another. And that was when he saw it. 

Dean’s things. 

His stuff. 

Everything from his childhood - photo albums, school reports, school projects…everything was saved. In another box were awards he’d gotten from school. His highschool diploma. 

“She framed it.” Dean said in shock as he found it at the bottom of his box. 

“What?” Sam asked, but Dean just ignored him and turned to the next box. 

“Why didn’t you tell me about all of this?” Sam asked. 

Again, nothing. 

“Dean!”

Dean snapped out of his trance and looked to his brother. “What?”

“Why didn’t you tell me about Peggy?”

Dean shrugged his shoulders. “I guess it just never came up.”

“You helping fix a house never came up? Dean. We’ve been here half an hour and you’ve yet to tell me anything.”

“Look, Peg and I…we’re friends. Sometimes when I’d go hunting and there wasn’t a case, I’d come and see her. I’d help her out. It’s nothing.”

Sam thought for a moment. “So…have you two ever…”

Surprisingly, Dean seemed a little confused by what Sam was insinuating, but then it clicked. “What? Oh. No. No. We’re just friends. Jesus.”

Sam chuckled a little. “Okay, just…had to ask. You dressed as the easter bunny?”

“What?” Dean looked up and Sam showed him the photo. 

“No. Mom dressed me as the easter bunny.”

“It’s cute.”

“No, it’s not.”

Then a voice cut the conversation. “It’s adorable.”

Dean smiled seeing as Peggy scaled the stairs and came up into the attic space. She looked over Sam’s shoulder from where he sat and took the photo in her hands. “Come on. I should frame it.”

“Don’t.” Dean warned. 

She turned the photo so he could see. “But you’re adorable.”

He swiftly stood up and took the photo from her. “Absolutely not.”

“Fine.” Peggy groaned. “Jackass.”

“Moron.” 

Sam couldn’t help but smile as he watched their interaction. He’d never seen Dean like this…it was good. 

“Why are you looking through this stuff anyway?” Peggy asked, sitting on the floor beside Dean as he sat on the trunk. 

“We’ve moved into a Bunker.”

Peggy laughed at first but then realized. “Oh, you’re being serious.”

Dean nodded, proudfully. “Yep. We’re legacies.”

“Legacies? How fancy.” 

Dean didn’t explain further, so Sam did. “Our grandfather- Henry-”

Peggy quickly looked to Dean. “Your dad’s dad? You met your grandfather?”

She looked back to Sam and he nodded. “Yep.”

“Holy crap.”

“Anyway, he’s a Man of Letters. Apparently it’s a secret Hunter’s organization thing. Anyway, we’ve moved in.”

“And I want to actually make it a home.”

Peggy nodded, looking at Dean as he spoke. “That’s good. But you’ve always got a home here, if you need one.”

Dean looked at her and smiled. “I know.”

Sam watched the interaction again. Was Dean lying to him about the dating thing?

Peggy, however, then broke it and stood up. “I’ve put some food on. I’ll shout you down when it’s ready. You need any help?” 

Dean shook his head. “No, we’ve got it. Thanks, Moron.”

“Anytime, Jackass.” Peggy smiled before making her way down the stairs but not before popping her head back up. 

“You’re not allergic to anything, are you Sam?”

Sam shook his head. “No.”

“Okay, good. See you soon.”

Around an hour later, Peggy shouted for them both to come downstairs and wash up before all three of them sat down to eat. 

“Who is this guy?” Dean asked, suddenly being met by a shaggy lab. 

“That is Einstein." 

“Back to the Future?” Dean asked. 

“You know it.” Peggy smiled.

Sam was in shock. His brother couldn’t be more…normal if he tried. And since when did Dean like dogs? 

“Einstein, outside. Come on. Fetch.”

Peggy threw his ball out into the backyard before closing the door and letting him run around the garden in circles until he’d tire himself out. 

“When did you get him?” Dean asked, making his way into the dining room. 

“Last year.” Peggy explained. “He was a shelter dog and I was getting lonely around here, so I adopted him.”

“What happened to creeper-dude? Rick.”

Peggy nodded. “Rich. And, we broke up.”

Dean nodded. “Good. Never liked him anyway.”

“You don’t like any guys I date.”

“Because they’re all wrong for you.”

“Then who’s right for me?”

Dean gave a slight smirk. “I don’t know. Me?”

Peggy looked at him and Sam could have swore he saw her blush as she looked down. “Oh, I walked into that one.”

“Yeah, you did.” Dean smiled. “You need help?”

“No, I got it.” Peggy carried the large bowl of pasta into the dining room whilst Dean grabbed the plates and laid them out. 

The next hour and half was filled with many different conversations all from Dean’s stint in Purgatory to Sam’s days at Stanford. But it was all good. They laughed and cried at the laughter. And for Sam, it was the happiest he’d seen his brother…ever. 

“I’ve finished the spare rooms so you two could stay if you want?”

“Are…are you sure?” Sam asked. 

Peggy nodded and collected the plates but Dean swiftly took them from her and took them to the kitchen himself. “You cooked, we’ll clean.”

“Thanks. And, yes. I’m sure. I’d be nice to actually have someone to talk to. And I could use your help,” Peggy walked into the kitchen carrying the glasses. “A customer came in just before I shut up for the evening. American Station Wagon and I, for the life of me, cannot see anything wrong.”

“Well, it can’t be good if you need a second pair of eyes.”

“I know.”

Peggy was the best mechanic Dean knew. Anything that came into the shop from motorbikes to Baby herself. Peggy could fix anything and she was the only one Dean trusted enough to handle Baby. 

The next day soon came and Sam decided to take a walk with Einstein to the dog park since Dean and Peggy headed to the shop early. 

Meanwhile, as he passed the shop, he could see Dean stood in his gray t-shirt that was covered in grease stains from the oil whilst Peggy stood in her overalls and her hair pulled up into a messy bun. With the heat, Dean had pulled his own overalls to tie around his waist hence the stains on his t-shirt. 

And when Bobby called Sam and Sam asked the old man about Dean and Peggy - 

“Oh, yeah. I’ve seen them. God love that boy, but he’s an idiot.”

“Tell me about it.” Sam replied, rolling his eyes. “We’ve been here just over 24 hours and, Bobby, I have to tell you. I’ve never seen him like this before. He’s actually…happy. He slept all night. He was up just after me and Peggy.”

“You don’t have to tell me, boy. I was there when they met. Pair of lovesick teenagers if I ever saw em’.” Bobby explained. “But the idjit waited too long to make a move and now thinks he’s stuck in the friendzone.”

“Maybe he is.” Even as Sam said it, he didn’t believe it. “Maybe they are just friends.”

“Boy, have you ever seen Dean look at Jody that way? Or Donna, or Charlie? No.” Bobby pointed out. “That isn’t the look of friendship, Sam. That is the look of a man in love.”

Sam looked across the street and saw Dean looked at Peggy. God, Dean was so in love. 

“You’re right, Bobby.”

“That boy’s too frightened of his own skin to do anything about it.” For as much as Dean was one of, if not the most feared hunter, he was terrified. He was terrified of something happening to him and leaving her alone or heartbroken, or worse, hating him for all eternity. And he was terrified that something would happen to her. He’d lost a lot of good people in his life, but Peggy? Well, she was the best. He couldn’t lose her or he might just lose himself, too. 

Sam continued on his walk back from the park with Einstein and, eventually, around 8pm Dean and Peggy arrived back home. 

Sam had called Dean and left him a couple of messages but, it was the note left on the kitchen counter which let him know where his baby brother was. 

Dean listened to the voicemail Sam left. 

“Everything okay?” Peggy asked. 

Dean nodded. “Yeah…Sam’s gone on a date.”

“He has?”

Dean was a little shocked, but he was happy. 

“Yeah. Eileen. She’s…a hunter we met a couple weeks back. She’s not too far from town and…he’s gone on a date.”

Peggy smiled. “Good for him. Oh, no. What’s that look?”

“I know he’s a grown man- we both know that.” Dean mentioned, mocking his brother’s height a little. “But…I don’t know.”

“It feels like he’s flown the nest?” Peggy smiled. “Don’t worry. When he comes back here with all his ‘first date’ questions, you can answer all of them in detail. Maybe even teach him about the birds and the bees-”

And the moment was gone. “Okay. Nope. Not doing that.”

Peggy gave a soft laugh. “Okay, go and get a shower because as much as I enjoy the smell of motor oil, I’d rather not smell it 24/7.”

Dean nodded. “Okay.”

When Dean finished in the bathroom - remembering to place his towel inside the washing basket outside the door - that was when he spotted them. 

Photos. 

Their frames lined the walls and they were all of her family. Her folks, cousins, school friends and…him. 

Dean, carefully, picked it off the wall. 

There were a few of both of them scattered across the walls in the home. But Dean could remember this one. 

It was the first time they fixed a car together. Her mom or dad must have taken it since Bobby was asleep in the background with his cap over his face. He could see her smile - it still made his heart warm. But he could see his, also. God, he was so in love with her. Still was. 

That was when he heard the soft humming of music from the attic. 

Turning back, he switched the bathroom light out and headed up the stairs and found Peggy smiling softly at the record case in her hand. 

Etta James. 

She’d maybe played that album 30 times or more when they first met. 

The song currently playing was Sunday Kind of Love. It was…her. 

Peggy had to move the boxes from the bed to grab the record player from down the opposite side of the bed. 

Peggy looked up when she sensed him, and smiled. “Oh, hey.”

“Hey,” Dean then remembered the photo in his hand. “I found this.”

Placing the record beside her on the trunk, she stood and walked over to Dean. She took the photo from his hands and examined it. She’d put the photo’s up so long ago, she almost forgot she actually had them. 

Peggy smiled, as did Dean. “I remember this! This was the first car we worked on together.”

She went quiet for a few moments until- “God, I was so in love with you here.”

But then she realized what she had said and the fact that she had said it out loud. The smile from Dean’s face dropped when he realized, too. “What?”

Peggy panicked, but tried her best to remain calm. “Nothing. I - I don’t even know why I said that.”

She went to turn away and to pick the album cover up again. “Peg, what do you mean-”

“Nothing. It doesn’t matter.” But Dean didn’t take her reply. 

“You were in love with me?”

Crap. 

“Dean, you don’t have to worry.” Peggy tried to tell him. “I was young. We both were.”

“Peg, just answer the question.”

“Dean-”

Dean stepped a little closer to her. “Did you love me?”

There was no getting out of this one. 

“Maybe.” She first answered. “No. Yes. Dean, look, I was young and you were…you. You don’t have to-”

“Do you still?”

Now this question shocked her more than the last. Of course she did, but could she really tell him that? Tell him that for the past, almost 17 years of her life, she had loved him. That every now and then she’d date someone but it always ended because of many reasons, but the main was was that the guy wasn’t him? Because she knew, deep down, that her heart or at least some part of her would always belong to him. Always. 

“Dean…I-” Peggy couldn’t find the words. 

Dean found himself stepping forward a few more steps and slowly leaning down. “Dean-” He pulled back a little. “You don’t have to do this.”

But Dean only gave a silent answer by looking at her and leaning in slowly until eventually the breath he could feel on his lips wasn’t just his own. It was hers, too. He’d waited 17 years to do this - all because he’d been too scared, too chicken. Bobby was right. He is an Idjit. 

The first kiss was soft. Barely there. Really, it couldn’t be considered a kiss. It was more of a breath. 

But then his lips caught hers and as he truly kissed her, she kissed back. His hands cupped her cheeks and softly held her closer to him. 

Peggy herself found his reaction a shock, but found her own an even bigger one. She was kissing him back. Slowly, her hands came up to his chest and the moment she felt him pulling away, her hands gripped at his shirt and pulled him closer. 

Even though the first kiss didn’t really break fully, this was still their second kiss. And she could feel Dean’s smile in it, causing a small one of her own as she felt his hands go from her face to her back, holding her in a hug almost until finally his hands reached her legs and he lifted her up. 

Her own hands were by his face, feeling his clean shaven skin beneath her palms. 

This was the best kiss of their lives. 

It only took a few steps, but Dean eventually reached the bed in the corner of the room and lay Peggy carefully onto her back, being careful not to break the kiss too much. 

They’d both waited so long for this. 

Maybe they should have told each other sooner. 

“Peggy-” Dean managed to pull back for a moment but his own desire to keep on kissing took back over for a short second. “Peg- Peggy.”

“Dean, if you don’t-”

“I love you.” 

Dean was never one for words, not really. He usually showed his love more than he said it. But with her it was different. He could talk. He could tell her how he felt and what he was thinking. He could tell her he loved her. He had to tell her. 

“I know I don’t say it often, but I do. I was in love with you, too. In that photo. I have been since we were kids. Maybe that’s why it didn’t work out with other people? Maybe that’s why I don’t want anyone to stick. But you-”

“Dean,” Peggy interjected. “I love you too.”

Dean felt his own brain stall. He had an idea before he kissed her but hearing it? That was something different. It felt different. 

“Are you-”

Peggy gave a light laugh that had been giving him butterflies in his stomach since the first day he heard her laugh. “Jackass? I just told you I love you, too. Now, shut up and kiss me.”

Dean smiled back. “Yes, ma’am.”

And he did as he was told. 

Dean lowered himself back down and they began kissing all over again. If they were both dead now, this was their heaven. They didn’t need much else besides one another, and maybe a comfortable bed and a couple cars to fix when they weren’t too busy. 

[mayordeas-clone]

idk this felt like an interesting question in my head so might as well make a Poll!!!

in an fe game on the final map, do you take the time to reset to save a character, even if you won’t be needing any of them once the map is complete?

there are probably some other options i failed to consider, so feel free to elaborate in the tags/replies (and just pick which option best relates to your choice)

[randomkposts]

I was reading the page on Jill (path of Radiance), and read that she could (and often would) defect if the player sent her to face her father, and had an "oh yah that used to be a thing sometimes" moment.

That could have been intresting to see put into action in the Fates and Houses games. For Fates that could have added to Revelations in particular. Just picture Saizo or Kagero attacking Ryoma only for him to go "WTF are you doing? You are my retainers! It's your job to protect me." And they go "oh yah. That is our job." And imeadeatily defect, and only rejoin later when he does. Except, you know. More seriousness.

For Houses, there would probably be a lot of thought put into who would evoke which reaction from what character, but it would also be really intresting worldbuilding, for one set of characters to face off against each other and have teary goodbyes, but facing off a different friend has your character go "so long and thanks for all the gear" and defect. It could be prevented with the right supports, but with the amount of supports in the game being numerous the player initally has no idea why that went diffrently.

Kind of an intresting gameplay ballance, as the player can go around recruiting almost everyone, to give the opposition a chance to recruit their units back.

I would give Lord's a chance to recruit, and give Edelgard the most conditions needed to fulfill a rerecruitment (as she is the lord with the most reserve), and Dimitri and Claude I'm torn on. Claude is the one with the most supports, but Dimitri is good at inspiring personal loyalty. I'd probably say that there are recruitment conditions the lords need to fulfill first.

I'd love it to have -"a different enemy character must talk to them first"-before the recruitment attempt, but that makes it hard to have happen on subsequent playthroughs, as you can just recruit the prior class.

Felix is not recruitable by a Blue Lion if he kills his father or any of his friends (as by then he is locked into his negitive character arc).

It would probably have been really base breaking and inspired reset had it actually implamented, as players would hate their well trained units defecting and fighting them, as well as cause shipping discourse, but storywise could have been an intresting angle to explore.

[good-beanswrites]

💚 for lukas for the valentines ask game :0

The Day of Devotion is usually a quiet one for Lukas, but after joining the Deliverance, the others make it a lot more lively. Usually, he prefers spending the day peacefully reading or training by himself. The moment Python catches wind that he’s not the celebrating type, he and Forsyth latch onto him for the duration of the day. Some years he can still have a restful day in the library, but other years are full of rowdy games and drinking outings.

Lukas quickly gains a reputation for being one of the more well-read members of the army, and is surprised to find a line of suitors asking for his help on writing a poem for their beloved. He’s excited to share his knowledge and interests, recommending certain poets/verses for the suitors to read as inspiration. He gives a few pointers about writing, and looks over the drafts they bring to him. Whether this is before or after his teaching careers, it becomes clear he’s got a knack for it. He always checks in a few days later to ask how the poem went over with its muse.

Throughout his life, he’d looked forward to satisfying his sweet tooth on the holiday. As a child, he would ask his parents for extra sweets to give out to a special someone, then hide away and eat them himself. Vendors always sell an even greater variety of desserts around that time. His friends share with him gifts of pastries and chocolates that they received. Though he always feels about receiving gifts/love letters/confessions that he has to turn down, his guilty pleasure is enjoying the treats regardless. Now, he gets lectures from Forsyth about avoiding a stomach ache, but those speeches often grow quieter with a mouth full of shared cookies…

[zhorrot]

Forgive my Seteth posting, but for some reason I find it rather strange that *spoilers*

he himself is a dragon. But also a wyvern general. Who rides a dragon...