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#Not A03 but the Attackers
gokustormofficial22 · 1 month
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If A03 keeps getting DDOS'd I swear!
Look I understand that all of the 'Control freak' countries want A03 to die and burn in a horrible agonizing blaze of eternal death but.. A03 is not their fucking property. Also, if a fucking website used mainly for fanfiction and tomfoolery has gotten you so mad you are literally trying to kill it with fire then maybe just use the tag system or perhaps leave A03 alone? I mean honestly A03 boutta make a damn Minecraft server >_>
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cryptidpandas · 10 months
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Admins are saying the site is functional, but to PLEASE have patience and don't mass-refresh
Additionally, don't be fucking racist.
UPDATE 7/11/23 4:08AM:
PLEASE DO NOT ACCESS THE SITE UNTIL THE ADMINS GIVE THE ALL CLEAR
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thesocietalmisfit · 10 months
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Quinn Pensky-Reese could fix the ao3 ddos attack
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mitzy33 · 10 months
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“And never attack this site again” bitch please. What’s stopping you from demanding the money and then keeping up the attacks anyway? They’re not after money, they are attacking due to beliefs surrounding the content on AO3. I will however, gladly donate a knife to the throat.
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comfort-questing · 6 months
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17. touch averse/ "leave me alone."
guess who did the Wriothesley story quest and has Feelings.
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"Your Grace?"
His hands ached as he unclenched them from the bedcovers, his jaw tight and the taste of blood in his mouth from a bitten lip. How long he'd managed to sleep before the night terrors caught him, he didn't know; all hours were the same down here, beneath the weight of the water and above the tilted cap screwed over disaster.
Had he woken anyone? His throat was dry, from thirst only he hoped. He feared it was from screaming, though.
Again the knock, small and muffled, down the twisting stair. "Your Grace, may I come in?"
It was Sigewinne, of course. Always Sigewinne, at the rightest and the wrongest moments. With any luck, she wouldn't have a health drink with her.
Wriothesley staggered upright out of the bed, grabbing his coat to bundle around him against the ever-present chill of the Fortress. The floor was icy beneath his bare feet, and he winced, fumbling for his slippers wherever he had thrown them. By the time he managed his boots, Sigewinne might have decided to shoot the door latch.
He would turn on the light, he would put a record on, he'd find some tea and chase away the shadows. He would remind himself that he was the Duke of Meropide and not a ragged waif anymore, to need a hug and a head pat to chase away nightmares. All this he told himself, his knees shaky as he climbed down the stairs.
True to expectation it was the little Melusine outside his doorstep, as he pushed one door open a crack; her face was folded in worry, hands tucked together in front of her, the nighttime lights of the Fortress crosshatching her form.
"Your Grace, one of the guards mentioned you seemed - distressed."
"I'm all right, Sigewinne. I - need to go back to sleep, that's all."
"You were crying out." Sigewinne swayed back and forth where she stood, the frills of her jacket flaring out. "That doesn't seem all right, sir."
The cut inside his lip stung as he licked it. "Please don't trouble yourself - "
Her calculating gaze swept up and down his form, face pensive. "Are you ill? You don't seem ill, but your heartbeat is abnormally fast and I can see you're exhibiting other panic symptoms - "
No matter how slowly he tried to breathe, he couldn't seem to fool her. She knew; she had always known. But this was his battle to fight, and an old familiar one. "I said I'm fine. Go back to the infirmary, Sigewinne."
"If you want me to get someone else - one of the guards - "
Sigewinne stepped forward, trying to squeeze through the half-open door. She put out a hand to touch his, soothing and soft on the back of his scarred knuckles.
"Leave me alone!"
The words burst out of his throat before he knew he'd said them, startling back with a force that dissolved the last of his careful facade of calm. He was trembling in every limb, his knees threatening to give way underneath him. Distantly, he recognized that this was going to take more than tea and a song to fix; he hadn't had an episode like this for a long time, had thought he was past that...
Miserably, he watched as Sigewinne shut the door behind her, stopping just short of where he stood leaning against the office wall.
"I won't touch you, Your Grace, but I want you to breathe with me, all right?"
To sink down to the floor now would be too much of a match with all the rest of the memories now tearing at him - the kind of thing a scared child would do, hungry and longing for a comfort that he now loathed the very thought of. He clenched his teeth and willed himself to stay upright as he followed Sigewinne's exaggerated breaths.
Sigewinne's voice was quietly even. "I'm going to open and close my hands, can you open and close yours too?"
He could. He did.
"You don't have to be alone when these things happen," Sigewinne murmured. "Anyone can have nightmares, or be afraid. There's nothing shameful about it. It's part of being human. Your minds are as complicated as your bodies, and I don't understand all of your feelings and thoughts... but just like your bodies have scars that take time to heal, your minds are the same, and there's no more weakness about it than it's weak to take to bed when you're ill..."
He didn't remember the last time he'd let himself go to bed with an illness, either. Maybe Sigewinne needed a new metaphor. But listening to her steady voice and clenching and unclenching his fists had helped slow the racing of his heartbeat, and ease the clutch of panic around his ribs. The round-walled office had begun to seem real around him once more, all brass and gold and echos, the thrumming of the Fortress's machinery never quite beyond hearing. Slowly, Wriothesley straightened up, pushing his shoulders back.
"I think - I think I'll make myself some tea," he said, stiffly, around the lump in his throat. "Do you want some, too?"
"Of course!" said Sigewinne, her voice brightening up. "I think that would be perfect, Your Grace."
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White tea with Bulle fruit, steeped as long as the little hourglass told, with two lumps of sugar, for him; Sigewinne wanted four, and salt as well, but there was no accounting for Melusine tastes after all. The record had almost finished its scratchy song, a hollow mimic no doubt of the musician who had once composed it. Wriothesley sighed, and found himself yawning.
He was safe. He wasn't alone anymore, or helpless. Whatever darkness awaited him in his dreams, they were dreams and nothing more, and he would survive them as he had survived everything else before.
And in the morning there would be more matters to tend to, and his Fortress to handle, and new inmates to welcome and old ones to counsel, and more contraband to search and papers to process - so he had better finish the tea soon, and get back to sleep, so that he would be ready to do his best in justice and in mercy both.
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dunbonnets · 17 days
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SONJA & ARMIN AESTHETIC
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fortunatefires · 10 months
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I feel like a lovelorn widow staring out at the sea and longing for my lover to return from war. Ao3, my love. Return safely.
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soratayuya · 10 months
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I would like to wish the folks behind the A03 DDoS attacks today a very happy and long
death
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anakinsafterlife · 10 months
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Day 2 of the Ao3 outage. My God, if this continues much longer, I might actually have to read *books*.
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gayseyjones · 10 months
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why is everyone so hellbent on blaming the AO3 ddos attack on Sudanese Terrorists or Russian Psy-Ops or 4Channers or The Evil Antis guys I don't think it's that big of a deal. You know when the transformers wiki got a ddos attack we just waited for it to end calmly we didn't cook up info-wars-level conspiracy theories about it
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cloakndagger2 · 10 months
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Felicity Smoak could fix the ao3 ddos attack
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rj-masky · 10 months
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Someone tell me what happend to a03??? Will it come back?? 😭💀
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captain-crackship · 10 months
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So A03 is down right now. Which means I can't read fanfics. Which means I'm out of a coping mechanism until the site is back up. Which doesn't bode well for me because I'm under Inordinate Amounts of Stress™. Please send help.
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mitzy33 · 10 months
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Is it confirmed that the attack is from Russia or is that just rumours?
Edit: it is a Russia group from Sudan
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innactives-blog · 10 months
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Ao3 is down for a bit!
Not sure about y'all, but Ao3 is down for me at the moment– apparently due to a DDoS attack– so I'll have to find something to occupy myself with until it's back up.
Good luck to the Ao3 volunteers with getting the site back up! Y'all are the best.
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sweet-hearts-club · 3 months
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I've linked my Levi Ackerman x Fem OC fanfic, if anyone would like to read it. Any advice on it would be greatly appreciated! Here's the summary:
Kept hidden away from the world her whole life, Juniper Beauregard has never stepped foot outside the palace walls. Juniper has never had a life of her own, only ever lived the one given to her. But when she's kidnapped and used for a plan that backfires terribly, Juniper's life is irrevocably changed.
Thrusted into a brutal world of war, chaos and never looking back, she does not know who to trust. Especially not Levi Ackerman; the grouchy captain tasked to ensure her wellbeing.
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