#8085

[pit-crew-chronicles]

Design Lead: I need a dolly.

Mentor: Do you want a house with it?

Design Lead: 🤨

[every-tome]

[pit-crew-chronicles]

This reminds me of a prank we did at FRC Hartford Districts this year.

[mojo-mayhem]

Battlecry-WPI

(I apologize for how late I am in posting this)

The prank war continues- I have been informed that there was a prank war going on with 7407 and possibly another team at some off season events before I joined the team,

got there with pit crew (and mechanical mentors daughter) very early in the morning and found the pits filled with different types of beach balls, according to the pits next to us 7407 had already left well before our team did and they were clearly not in their pits when we got there,

Scouting and strategy mentor then showed up and they three of us(mechanical mentors daughter, Strategy mentor and I) moved all the beach balls to 7407’s pits

[portmanteaublerone]

Beanmode Dave Emoji

[retrocompmx]

¿Sabías que...?

¿Sabías que existió una familia de procesadores de Intel 8085? Eran de 8 bits, anteriores a los 8086. Tenían velocidades de hasta 8 Mhz y 64k Ram, compatible con codificación 8080 y Z80. Ordenadores de este procesador fueron la Radio Shack TRS-80, Modelo 100 y 200 y la CompuPro 8/16 #retrocomputingmx #Intel8085

[pit-crew-chronicles]

How is your team so normal?!?

The 8085 drive team has started a cult (found out yesterday) centered around some random dude from another team. I forgot his name, but I will reblog my reblog when I remember.

Did your team ever have ridiculous superstitions/cults/other very ridiculous behavior? (Asking because my friend's robotics team has a borderline cult around a skeleton and "orbs")

During my time on the team, not really, other than needing to eat gummy worms during the semi-finals if we made it. everytime we came close to establishing a religious cult like behavior the item of worship mysteriously disappeared

that being said our team did have what we referred to as The Bible in a thick ass 10+ year old paper-binder

[why4anne]

Money Power Glory

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Category: Mafia! au

Part: 4/?

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: none

Summary: When you accidentally found yourself in the middle of a mafia show down you had no idea that your life was about to change, forever. For better or for worse.

Note: There are a lot of easter eggs and hidden clues in this chapter. I would love to hear your theories about future chapters either in the comments or through my asks🫶

Masterlist

As the days went on you got more and more familiar with the routine at the mansion, which you’ve come to know is actually named Manoir De Mendacium. Every morning at eight, a member of the staff would wake you up and tell you that Mr. Leclerc is expecting you to join him for breakfast. 

And today is no different. Like clockwork you heard a knock on your door at 8am sharp, and a voice telling you that Mr. Leclerc is waiting for you downstairs. You threw on a mesh robe over your mid length satin nightgown and headed towards the breakfast room. 

Your slippers made soft thuds against the herringbone hardwood floor as you padded along the hallways and down the grand staircase. In your first couple of days you found the dark color pallet and extravagant wood molding intimidating but as time went by you’ve actually come to like it. 

As you neared the breakfast room you could hear Charles’ voice as he was talking on the phone. 

“Make sure all parties involved in Project 8085 are compensated. We do not want this to be exposed” Charles demanded sternly into the phone before his eyes were drawn to yours. He motioned for you to sit down as he ended the phone call. “Good morning, darling. Did you sleep well?” He asked as you sat down on the plush chair.

“Like a baby, as always” You couldn’t help but smile at the question. The same question he’s been asking you every morning for two weeks at this point

Charles’s eyes lingered on you for a moment, a softness in them that always made you feel safe, despite the strangeness of your situation. As breakfast is served, an assortment of pastries, fruits, and freshly squeezed juice, you tried to shake off the feeling of unease his earlier conversation had caused.

“Project 8085?” you asked, hoping your voice sounded casual.

Charles looked up, a flicker of something—annoyance?—crossed his face. “Just business, nothing for you to worry about.”

You nodded, but curiosity nagged at you but you decided to drop it. Charles motioned to the staff to begin serving breakfast. The table was laid out with a variety of dishes, from freshly baked croissants to exotic fruits and rich, aromatic coffee. You helped yourself to a little of everything, enjoying the decadent spread.

As you sipped your coffee, you noticed Charles studying you intently. His gaze was penetrating, almost as if he was trying to read your thoughts. You shifted slightly in your seat, feeling a mix of curiosity and unease.

“Is everything alright?” you asked, breaking the silence.

Charles leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face. “I’ve been thinking,” he begins slowly, “about how we can keep you safe and still allow you some freedom. As much as I would like to, I can’t infiltrate the University to keep you safe, because technically it’s outside of the part of Monaco that I control” He says, the yellow sunlight shining through the window, lighting up the room in a juxtaposition to this dark conversation.

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And what did you come up with?”

“I’ve arranged for you to take online classes,” he explained. “That way, you can continue your studies without leaving the safety of the manor.”

You pondered this for a moment. “It’s not a bad idea,” you admitted. “But what about my social life? My friends?”

Charles’s expression darkened slightly. “I can’t risk your safety, not with everything that’s going on. We’ll have to be cautious about who you see and when.”

You nodded slowly, understanding the gravity of the situation. “I appreciate everything you’re doing for me, Charles. Really, I do. But I can’t help but feel a bit... isolated.”

He reached across the table and took your hand in his. “I know it’s not ideal, but it’s the best solution for now. Just until things settle down.”

You squeezed his hand, offering a reassuring smile. “I trust you.”

The rest of the breakfast was spent in companionable silence, each of you lost in your own thoughts. Afterward, Charles excused himself to attend to business matters, leaving you to explore the manor at your leisure.

As Charles left to attend to his business matters, you found yourself wandering through the halls of Manoir De Mendacium, the grandeur of the mansion still somewhat surreal to you. Each room seems to tell a story of opulence and mystery, a stark contrast to your university life just a few weeks ago.

You decided to explore beyond the confines of the breakfast room, letting your curiosity guide you. The mansion is like a maze, with its winding corridors and numerous rooms, each decorated with antique furniture and elaborate paintings. You stumbled upon a library that seems straight out of a period drama, shelves lined with leather-bound books and the air heavy with the scent of old paper. It's a peaceful sanctuary amidst the intensity of the past few weeks.

Lost in thought, you didn’t notice the footsteps approaching until Charles appeared at the entrance of the library. His presence startled you slightly, but his expression was soft as he leaned against the doorframe.

"Exploring, I see?" he remarked with a faint smile.

You nodded, closing the book you were perusing and placed it back on the shelf. "The library is beautiful. I didn't realize this place held so many treasures."

Charles stepped further into the room, his gaze thoughtful. "It has been in my family for generations. Each piece here tells a story, much like the people who have passed through these halls."

You sensed a melancholy in his voice, a reminder that his life is far from ordinary. "It must be quite a responsibility," you offered softly, unsure of how to broach the topic of his underworld dealings.

He nodded, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of resolve and vulnerability. "It's not a life I chose, but it's one I must live. And I intend to keep you safe, no matter the cost."

His words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken truths. You stepped closer to him, the urge to comfort him overwhelming. "I believe you," you said sincerely, your voice barely above a whisper.

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the weight of the situation palpable. Then, Charles cleared his throat gently, breaking the silence. "Would you like me to show you more of the mansion? There are gardens beyond these walls that are quite breathtaking."

You smiled gratefully, relieved for the change of subject. "I'd love that."

As you walked side by side through the manicured gardens, Charles pointed  out various features—the fountain where his grandfather proposed to his grandmother, the begonia flowers that have bloomed for decades, and the secret paths that wind through the estate. His demeanor softened in the sunlight, and you realized how rare these moments of peace must be for him.

"You know," Charles began as you paused near a bed of vibrant tulips, "despite everything, I'm glad you're here."

You turned to him, touched by his admission. "I'm glad too, Charles. It's all still a bit overwhelming, but being here with you... it feels right."

He reached out to gently tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his touch was warm against your skin. "We'll figure this out, together."

As you looked into his green eyes, you saw a complexity that both intrigued and reassured you. Despite the dangers and uncertainties that surrounded you, in that moment, you felt a connection that transcends the circumstances that brought you together.

“I want to ask you something, sweetheart” Charles murmured and his gaze never left yours. You nodded in confirmation for him to continue. 

“I know that you didn’t want things to turn out this way, but they have. And all we can do now is make the best of a bad situation” He rambled, uncharacteristically bashful. This is not the cold and confident crime boss that you’re used to. “I guess what I’m asking of you is to give this, us, a chance”

His words hung in the air, creating a fragile tension between you. You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his request. A myriad of thoughts raced through your mind—concern for your safety, the stark contrast between your old life and the one you were now living, and the undeniable attraction you felt towards Charles.

"I..." you hesitated, searching for the right words. The weight of his request hung in the air, but you saw the sincerity in his eyes, the vulnerability that made you feel closer to him. "I want to give this a chance too, Charles."

A wave of relief washed over his face, and his lips curved into a genuine smile. He gently took your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a soothing gesture. "Thank you, darling. We’ll take it one step at a time."

As you continued to stroll through the gardens, the atmosphere between you shifted. There was a newfound understanding, a shared commitment to navigating this precarious path together. The conversation flowed easily, a mix of lighthearted banter and deeper confessions, revealing more layers of the man behind the Mafia boss facade.

Later that evening, you found yourself in the library once more, the ambiance warm and inviting. A fire crackled in the hearth, casting a golden glow on the shelves filled with literary treasures. You had selected a novel from one of the many bookcases and settled into a plush armchair, lost in the world of fiction.

Charles entered the room, a glass of red wine in hand. He approached you with a soft smile, offering you the glass. "Thought you might like this," he said, his tone gentle.

"Thank you," you replied, accepting the glass and taking a sip. The wine was rich and velvety, a perfect complement to the cozy atmosphere. Charles sat across from you, his own glass in hand, and for a moment, you simply enjoyed the comfortable silence.

"I've been thinking," Charles began, his voice breaking the quiet. "About how we can make this arrangement work. How we can build something real, despite everything."

You looked at him over the rim of your glass, curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?"

"I mean integrating you into my life more fully," he explained. "Not just keeping you hidden away here, but involving you in my world in a way that keeps you safe but also lets you live more freely."

The idea intrigued and terrified you in equal measure. The notion of being more involved in Charles's world was daunting, but the alternative—living in isolation—was equally unappealing. "How would that even work?" you asked, trying to wrap your mind around the concept.

Charles leaned forward, his gaze earnest. "There are ways to ensure your safety without keeping you confined to the manor. Disguises, trusted escorts, carefully planned outings. We could even set up a network of people who could keep an eye on you without drawing attention."

You considered his proposal, the implications of such a life. It would be dangerous, no doubt, but it would also mean a semblance of normalcy, a chance to experience the world beyond the walls of Manoir De Mendacium. "It's a lot to take in," you admitted. "But I appreciate that you're trying to find a balance."

He nodded, understanding in his eyes. "We don’t have to decide everything right now. But I want you to know that I'm committed to finding a way for us to be together, in a way that works for both of us."

You smiled, a warmth spreading through you at his words. "Thank you, Charles. For everything."

He reached out, taking your hand once more. "We'll get through this, darling. Together."

As the evening wore on, the two of you sat by the fire, sharing stories and dreams, the bond between you growing stronger with each passing moment. Despite the shadows that loomed over your lives, there was a sense of hope, a belief that love could flourish even in the most unexpected of places.

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[acn97414]

Yooooooooo I'm finally done, omg hope you guys like it because my hands are dying.

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[pit-crew-chronicles]

Sooooooo…

Just got an update from the drive team in New Hampshire. Robot broke. Other pit crew is talking to human player:

“(Human Player) said there was a mini explosion inside the robot but everything’s okay and they will have cake at (drive coach’s) funeral.”

[pit-crew-chronicles]

Hello! Mostly active FRC blog. Slightly inactive due to offseason, but I will return!

why are all the frc blogs inactive *cries in wd 40*

[sexylonestar]

Sock # 8085

[oldguydoesstuff]

Rare Digital Equipment Corp VK100 "GIGI" terminal. I met the development team for this system once when on a field trip to DEC while in college. They were super excited about it, but unfortunately it was a flop. Pretty slow at graphic rendering and the ReGIS markup language never caught on.

Also, pricey for a terminal at $1500 a pop, even though it did have a BASIC interpreter and 8085 CPU so was almost an independent computer.

[nestedneons]

By morad505#8085

Prompt:

a lot of Thin Light pillar Widespread all around the sky"::2, "heavy clouds with red and orange color beginning to create a tornado"::4 "Giant alien spaceship with Led Neon Sign showing from the heavy cloud"::8, dark WEATHER, scery light effects ,photorealistic,hyper realistic, Ocean, Giant wave::5, "cityscape background":3 --ar 3:2

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

"HE IS EQUIPPED TO GUIDE THE SPIRITUAL TRAVELER PAST TEMPTATION ON THE PATH TO ENLIGHTENMENT."

PIC INFO: Resolution at 843×1080 -- Fudō Myōō, a Buddhist deity and guardian of the Buddhist law. His name translates to "The Undefeatable Enlightened King of Buddhism," or "the immovable or unshakable one."

DATE: 13th century (1199-1399)

ARTIST: Japan

DEPARTMENT: Arts of Asia

TITLE: Fudo Myo-o

ORIGIN: Japan (Artist's nationality)

MEDIUM: Wood with polychromy and gilt-bronze accessories

CREDIT LINE: Gift of the Joseph and Helen Regenstein Foundation

OVERVIEW: "The name Fudo Myo-o means “the immovable or unshakable one.” He is one of five myo-o, or lords of light, whose threatening appearance guards the Law of Buddhism. He is equipped to guide the spiritual traveler past temptation on the path to enlightenment. Fudo’s bulging eyes, piercing stare, and protruding fangs express the intensity of his wrath against evil. Seated on a stylized rock formation that symbolizes his steadfastness, he once held his attributes, a rope and sword (these have been removed for conservation), which were used to subdue evil forces and to cut through the ignorance that is the source of suffering. This finely modeled figure reflects the highly detailed, realistic direction taken by Japanese sculptors in the Kamakura period (1185–1333)."

-- THE ART INSTITUTE OF CHICAGO

Source: www.artic.edu/artworks/8085/fudo-myo-o.

[wuf-wufy-no-matter]

A little late, but I'm done!

it was interesting and fun, maybe Triangles will go further, but this time I want to collect less characters..

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