#so sad ao3 is down from a ddos attack

[twentydaysofdrabbles]

The Concierge Plays Fetch - Papyrus (Part 9)

The last two to be found for the sudden meeting remain elusive. Sans and Papyrus. 

You have long since learned not to question the Manager when she decides to suddenly change her schedule around. If her guests had no issue, neither did you. And so you only vocalise an affirmation when the Manager calls you and asks you to find both men - after all, you know where everyone is in the Hotel.

Although, you’re not sure if the skeleton brothers were all that mysterious, preference-wise. 

“HHHHHGHH!” The loud grunt reverberates through the luxurious, well-equipped, if empty, gym. 

Stars, you’ve never seen this place completely empty before, but you suppose that few could get a good workout in when an 8-foot skeleton is busy grunting louder than people yell. Idly, you wonder whether that’s an admirable trait or not - the ability to clear an entire room with one’s voice only.

Still.

It doesn’t take long for Papyrus to finish his set on the squat rack, all of the available weights loaded upon it nearly making the bar bend. Crimson beads of sweat pour off his form, causing his tight tank top and equally tight leggings to stick to his bones. It’s interesting how tall and lanky he is, but at the same time looking built and strong.

Ensuring that you are seen in the mirror just in his line of sight, you wait, hands folded over your belly. You take a moment to carefully examine his figure - the thick bones that look alien and human all at once. You’re fairly certain he has more bones than a human would have; you wouldn’t have survived this long otherwise. 

Thick vertebrae snake up from his sacrum, much much thicker than a human’s, flexing and moving with each squat. His femurs are as thick as your own thigh, his humerus just about the size of your head. No doubt if one tried, they could fit in the expanse of his rib cage. 

And despite the masterful build of his body, the ivory bones are littered with the trophies of battles won, of enemies killed. There is not an inch of his visible body that is completely devoid of marks. It is clear that bones do not scar. Not in the way that skin does.

There is a macabre sort of beauty to him, you think, and somehow it fits right into this world.

And of course, because he is made of bones and magic, you can see exactly where you’d need to hit to incapacitate him. 

"HOW BRAZEN, TO EXAMINE YOUR ENEMY FOR HIS WEAKNESSES IN HIS LINE OF SIGHT.”

Papyrus’s voice is loud, echoing throughout the room, and causing you to flick your eyes up from where you were looking at the crimson magic glowing in his joints, the nicks and dips in his bones where his wounds had healed badly. 

“Pardon the interruption, Mister Papyrus.” You incline your head as he finishes the last of his set, not even bothering to defend yourself.

One, two, three more squats and he racks the weights, panting as he comes out from under the slowly bending bar to sit on a nearby bench. All the while, keeping his crimson lights trained on you in the mirror. How confident, to give you his back while he is unarmed, his midriff bared.

You step closer, just barely out of reach, and look at the groaning bar carefully. “I must remind you that the weights must be returned to the appropriate racks once you are done. All the weights.” It is difficult to restrain a little smile from tipping your lips up at the self-satisfied look on his face that makes his grin look very much like Sans’.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT?” He asks, his booming voice devoid of the scowl from earlier as he wipes away the crimson sweat from his ivory skull.

“The meeting has been moved forwards,” you say, offering another towel to him when it’s clear that the one in his hands had become saturated with thin crimson. 

Papyrus looks at you warily but takes the towel nevertheless, unravelling it and flicking it flat as though expecting something to be hidden in it. There is nothing, which surprises him. His face is oddly expressive for being all bone.

“WHEN?”

“When you have refreshed yourself, Mister Papyrus.” Your hands return to where they fold over your belly. “King Asgore, Captain Undyne, and Mx Frisk have arrived. They are in the Lounge.”

At that, Papyrus jolts and scrambles to return the weights and relieve the straining bar of its burden. “WHAT?! WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY THAT EARLIER?” His screeching is honestly amusing to see and hear, though you are glad the gym is empty. Stars, his voice echoes.

Holding your tongue is easy by this point, all that you ever wish to say trapped behind a careful filter between your brain and your mouth. So despite it all, you only say, “Would you like me to show you to the Lounge, sir?”

“NO. YOU NEED TO FIND MY USELESS BROTHER AND DRAG HIM OUT OF WHICHEVER CESSPOOL HE FOUND HIMSELF IN,” Papyrus booms, finishing with the weights quicker than a human would. He waves you away, as if expecting you to go. Except...

You don’t move.

There is something you must establish with these monsters. With any guest. You are there as Concierge, as service staff. But you will never answer to any of them. And certainly not when their tone is like that.

Papyrus seems to get it immediately. Sharp as a blade, that one. He clears his magical throat and hangs the towel around his neck, facing you with his body. “I CAN FIND MY OWN WAY TO THE LOUNGE, THANK YOU. I SUGGEST YOU FIND MY BROTHER, HE WILL TAKE LONGER TO COAX AWAY FROM HIS DRINK.”

Better.

You incline your head. “Please help yourself to any refreshments in the Lounge, Mister Papyrus.” 

The skeleton only waves, an informal gesture that, although flippant, doesn’t look anything like the imperious move from before. As you leave, he calls out, his voice easily reaching you from the other end of the gym, “GOOD HUNTING, CONCIERGE.”

Unbidden, your lip tips up on one side. Brief, like a sudden breeze, and disappearing just as quick. 

Now, to find Sans.

And you know exactly where he will be.

[malware-program]

Edit: If you guys have any questions feel free to dm them to me or drop them in my ask box !

Hello ! I am sad about ao3 being down, but I would like to offer my insight about what type of DDOS could be affecting it ! Yes this is an excuse to talk about my special interest

For context: I major in Informational Technology, and we have to learn about this, and technology has always been my special interest. I know way too much about this

In this post I will explain what a DDOS is, different types of DDOS attacks, and my theory on which one.

A DDOS (or denial of service attack) is when the servers get so overloaded that they crash and burn.

There are multiple types of DDOS attacks: Zip Bomb, Time Bomb, Fork Bomb, and a Zombie attack. Each one does something different but reach the same result.

Zip Bomb: Will send a compressed file of data to a server, and when they uncompress it, they get fit with  4.5 petabytes (4 503 599 626 321 920 bytes) of data. No computer can even process that !

Time Bomb: Basically what a free trial is, but will implode other things too. Time Bombs will basically count down to when they release the attack to servers with either Zip Bombs, Trojan Horses, or a Worm

Fork Bomb: A malicious file that will get in your servers and start duplicating itself, taking up server resources and slowing them down. Very bad if not caught early on. (I would also like you to know this is also called a Wabbit virus)

Zombie: A hacked computer that has been compromised and can be used by the hacker remotely to do what they want. These are dangerous because they affect multiple systems and then use those systems to overload a server, and they're hard to detect. (If you're scared you have this, run your downloaded files though VirusTotal , it runs files and websites through a lot of antivirus software and can detect anything malicious)

My working theory is that ao3 is under either a Fork Bomb attack or a Zombie Attack (that is the official term for it). Both these DDOS attacks are hard to get rid of, and hard to pinpoint where they started from.

It doesn't mean ao3 is gone forever, but it means it might be down for a little bit. They're working their absolute hardest, and I believe in them <3

[dragonsandwolvesohmy]

Am I the only one crying that Archive Track Reader was taken down? It was such a great app. Basically the website without going through Google/Firefox/whatever, with some bookmarking features if you don't have an account. (As uninstalling it an hour ago, I've lost all those bookmarks) It kept my reading off my searches allowing me to multi-task in a way that made my brain very happy. Now it's.. gone.

I understand it's been unavailable since 2020, but if you had it before then it still worked until now, though a little glitchy on the start up. Because of the new precautions as a result of some fuckers started DDos attack- which, thank fuck, Ao3 deserves all the protection and love and safety- the old app crashed and couldn't work anymore. You had to get rid of it because it didn't work anymore from the new precautions it wasn't made to handle, as it was no longer avaliable, it no longer had updates, meaning no fix for this new stumble.

So.. it's the end of a reading era, and I find that very sad.

[danganronpa-21]

Hey, so if you saw my post about AO3 going down today where I was making a joke about how it was from Just Leave A Comment Fest — I had no idea what was actually going on! I’m sorry if I misled you on the severity. It was something silly I posted while I was on a 15 min. break at work, so I wasn’t aware. I just made a joke like it was any other AO3 down moment, cause that’s what I thought it was. It turns out, it was caused by a DDOS attack by LGBTphobic actors. I apologize if I did not tonally respond to the situation as I should have. That was a mistake on my part, and I don’t want anyone to think that I don’t take things like this seriously. This is incredibly serious to me, actually, so I wanted to take a quick moment just to clarify that.

And, of course, I want to take a moment to give a big hug to all of the LGBT+ friends who will feel affected by this. I want you all to know that the rest of us are behind you. Your freedom of expression, your freedom to love, and to live as you are happiest is of the utmost value. We will not let anyone take them from you without a fight. So be safe, be well, and take care of yourselves. If you need to reach out for comfort, you are more than welcome to do to that. You are very loved. We will not let these sad, small people define what you do.

So for now, let’s cease our attempts to participate in JLACF today — the mods have apparently already been in talks about adding an extra day to compensate for today, so it truly is a no worries situation there — and focus on taking care of each other. Taking care of each other is what matters most.

EDIT: It has been pointed out that in all likelihood the group behind the attacks is more than likely MASQUERADING as being homophobic, and are actually there to encourage Islamophobia against others. It should go without saying, but do not let such behaviour put hate into your heart. And to my Muslim friends, I extend to you the same messages I gave to the LGBT+ community. You deserve to feel safe, feel loved, and be proud of who you are. You are so valuable, and you have a right to practice your religion without fear of others’ judgement. Be well my friends, and reach out if it is ever needed.