#Vulnerability Tools

[otiskeene]

Top 5 Vulnerability Management Tools Of 2024

Imagine you're part of a security team tasked with securing a warehouse. Even if you're unfamiliar with the process, you would likely start by identifying all possible entry points, such as windows or doors that might be weak spots. From there, you'd evaluate these areas to determine which are the most vulnerable, like a backdoor with a broken lock that poses a higher risk than a window with a sturdy frame. After ranking these vulnerabilities, you’d focus on finding solutions—perhaps by installing better locks, adding security cameras, or reinforcing the windows. Lastly, you'd establish a routine to ensure everything remains secure over time.

Sounds straightforward, right? Now think of a Vulnerability Management Tool that simplifies this process even further for your digital security needs. Keep reading to discover the top 5 Vulnerability Management Tools of 2024!

In today's world, businesses must prioritize security both offline and online. While many invest in proactive solutions, they often overlook tools that act like silent guardians—watching for potential risks before they become major threats.

That’s where Vulnerability Management Tools come in. Unlike reactive measures such as firewalls or antivirus software, these tools identify and address potential weaknesses before cybercriminals can exploit them. Last year, we introduced the top Vulnerability Management Tools of 2023, and now it’s time to unveil the best of 2024!

Top 5 Vulnerability Management Tools of 2024

Vulnerability Management Tools scan your digital infrastructure—networks, software, applications, and other assets—for potential security gaps. Once detected, they help businesses prioritize and resolve these issues to prevent cyberattacks.

Here’s our rundown of the top 5 tools for 2024:

Tool 1: ManageEngine Vulnerability Manager Plus

ManageEngine, a part of ZOHO Corp., has earned recognition for its robust vulnerability management features. This tool offers automated scans, real-time security insights, and patch management, making it easier for businesses to protect their IT infrastructure. With seamless integration into existing systems and real-time visibility of vulnerabilities, ManageEngine helps companies stay ahead of potential threats.

Tool 2: PingSafe

PingSafe, established in 2021, is a cloud-native vulnerability management platform that identifies and remediates security issues within your cloud infrastructure. Using AI to scan for potential weaknesses, PingSafe allows businesses to address threats before they are exploited. Its customizable dashboards and real-time alerts make it easy for IT teams to track their security posture.

Tool 3: Intruder

Intruder is a London-based cybersecurity tool that integrates with cloud services like AWS and Azure. This platform helps businesses discover vulnerabilities in their IT systems and prioritize them based on risk level. It combines automated scanning with human expertise, ensuring that businesses can effectively address potential threats.

Tool 4: Tenable One

Tenable One provides comprehensive coverage for IT, IoT, and cloud assets. By offering advanced analytics, exposure tracking, and vulnerability assessment, Tenable helps businesses identify and address vulnerabilities before they can be exploited. Its AI-driven features offer actionable insights, making it a leading solution for enterprise security.

Tool 5: Frontline Vulnerability Manager

Frontline Vulnerability Manager from Fortra offers an advanced scanning solution that prioritizes critical vulnerabilities. With automated reporting and compliance auditing features, this tool simplifies the process of identifying and addressing weaknesses in your IT infrastructure, allowing businesses to remain secure and compliant.

Final Thoughts:

Vulnerability Management Tools provide businesses with an essential layer of protection by identifying and resolving weaknesses in their digital assets. By choosing one of the top tools of 2024, you can ensure your business is protected from potential cyber threats before they become serious problems.

[bixels]

As cameras becomes more normalized (Sarah Bernhardt encouraging it, grifters on the rise, young artists using it), I wanna express how I will never turn to it because it fundamentally bores me to my core. There is no reason for me to want to use cameras because I will never want to give up my autonomy in creating art. I never want to become reliant on an inhuman object for expression, least of all if that object is created and controlled by manufacturing companies. I paint not because I want a painting but because I love the process of painting. So even in a future where everyone’s accepted it, I’m never gonna sway on this.

if i have to explain to you that using a camera to take a picture is not the same as using generative ai to generate an image then you are a fucking moron.

[hoovesandfloorpaws]

"That said, both Styles and his therapist have questioned why he cares quite so much about being likeable. This is one of the things he thought about a lot in his big pandemic reflection. In part, it's a choice, he explained. He recalled moving to London after The X Factor and hearing tales of petulant celebrities screaming because someone got their coffee order wrong and deciding to never be that guy, to never give someone a petty reason to bad-mouth him. But more recently he's come to worry that the drive for approval came from a more complex place, a place of caution, fear, control." "Styles said he often spent interviews terrified about saying the wrong thing until he stopped to question what abhorrent belief or bizarre opinion he was scared he'd accidentally reveal and realized he couldn't think of anything."

"And he thought about the cleanliness clauses in the contracts he used to sign, which would dictate that they would be null and void if he did anything supposedly unsavoury, and about how terrified that used to make him. And about when he signed his solo contract and learned that the ability to make music would not be affected by personal transgressions, he burst into tears, a reaction he still seemed shocked by, retelling it to me now, years later. "I felt free," he explained."

"When Styles began therapy about five years ago [so in 2017], he was reluctant initially, feeling it was a music industry cliché. "I thought it meant that you were broken," he said. "I wanted to be the one who could say I didn't need it." He returned to the home theme that has underpinned our conversation, explaining that therapy has allowed him to "open up rooms in himself" that he didn't know existed, allowed him to feel things more honestly, where before he had tended to"emotionally coast.""

"Recently Styles began to work through issues related to intimacy, dating, love. "For a long time, it felt like the only thing that was mine was my sex life. I felt so ashamed about it, ashamed at the idea of people even knowing that I was having sex, let alone who with," he said."

"You look back, especially now there's all the documentaries, like the Britney documentary, and you watch how people were abused in that way, by that system, especially women. You recall articles from not even five years ago, and you're like, I can't even believe that was written."

He has been thinking a lot recently about autonomy, ownership, privacy. About what he should be able to keep to himself, what he should be able to simply communicate through his music without follow-up questions or prying. Around the time of Fine Line, he faced scrutiny around his sexuality. People became incredulous that he wore dresses, waved Pride flags, and yet hadn't clarified with precision, publicly to a journalist or on social media, the specifics of who he'd slept with, how he defined. This expectation is, to him, bizarre, "outdated." "I've been really open with it with my friends, but that's my personal experience; it's mine," he said.

Despite the acceptance that some things could, should, have been different, he still feels lucky every day, he said, lucky to make music, lucky to do what he loves.

"You can't win music. It's not like Formula One," he said. "I was like, in my lifetime, there will be 10 more people who burst onto the scene in that way, and I'm only going to get further away from being the young thing. So, get comfortable with finding something else that makes you happy. I just found that so liberating."

"I just want to make stuff that is right, that is fun, in terms of the process, that I can be proud of for a long time, that my friends can be proud of, that my family can be proud of, that my kids will be proud of one day," he said.

-- original interview link, Better Homes And Gardens Magazine 26 April 2022 (remake of this post)

[cubezart]

I Depend On You

[monstermoviedean]

i love cas. i really really do. i understand why he's doing the things he's doing and i respect his decisions. and i kind of can't believe that dean didn't give up several betrayals ago.

[fumifooms]

What if we were both magic prodigies and it otherized us in different ways and we devoted ourselves to protecting a family member who has general other goals & priorities. What if we both did self-sacrifical devotion in opposite ways.

What if we were dark mirrors of each other and where I've grown overcontrolling you've grown complacent. What if, bought as a servant into a pretty loving home, ownership and control is what love looks like to me, and to you neglected and lonely growing up, love is gratefully taking any scraps of it you’re lent.

By belonging to someone, even if she comes back injured or fails at finding Delgal, she feels like she belongs and is cherished, by owning someone he feels safe in them not leaving him.

She’s what’s tethering him do you see… And he’s the only thing giving her direction and purpose in her state. She needs a compass and he needs a support.

They’re both so out of it 😭 It’s the weirdly intense and unearned mutual trust and reliance on each other?? They’re each other’s weird little comfort codependent teddy bear. Or at least they were headed towards that before SHE DIED THEN HE DIED THEN THEY BOTH FORGOT ABOUT EACH OTHER AND NEVER MET EVER AGAIN. Though she’s also the guard attack hound keeping him safe… And vice versa he heals her and can rewrite her very being with just one wave of his hand. They’re both so so mentally and physically vulnerable both but they cling onto each other. They can’t perceive things accurately but despite it all someway somehow they stumble into something closer to resembling companionship just before they both die. Falin is just that kind and Thistle is just that lonely. Overworked.

We both haven’t lived for ourselves in a very long time, haven’t we.

They both have a similar devotion to the people they love but again the difference is that Thistle starts overtsepping while Falin is self-effacing. The other difference between them is that people care about Falin <3 People have given up on Thistle long ago, and he has given people reasons to, while people refuse to give up on Falin. Yaad has a mini arc about it dw about it it’s ok he’s not all alone in the end 😭😭 He reached out for Marcille’s hand but they already all wanted to help him, they just had to be given the chance to, Yaad just had to be given the chance to, it’s okay I’m okay

Hey what if we learned to get in touch with our own identity and the world around us and living in the present again through being in the worst codependent situationship ever.

Falin and Thistle sitting in a tree, sucking on flowers together because they’re h-u-n-g-r-y 💕💕💕

I bet he’s only ever thought of flowers as useless ornaments. Weak weeds. But she shows him they’re tasty and useful and good and pretty in their own right too and deserve existing without proving their worth and waaa <33 Thistles…... Did you know thistles taste sweet if you remove the thorns and eat them?

"Even as a chimera, her kind nature remains" you can’t suppress her in the way that matters. You can’t soothe him in the way that matters. It’s doomed. You’re doomed. It’s all doomed. Save me.

[st-hedge]

It wasn’t on my 2024 bingo card that I’d draw V again. Anyway I’ll go ahead ramble in the tags

[atsadi-shenanigans]

FSBE 38 - Nowhere to Hide

The rogue faces himself.

On AO3.

You could stay.

Those words ring in Astarion’s ears. Rattle around and dash themselves against the inside of his skull, tearing apart everything within.

You could stay. If you wanted to.

It was the tone of her voice. The way she buried her face immediately after saying it so she didn’t have to see the answer no doubt written on his face.

Tentative hope. And defeat in the same measure.

He doesn’t need rest as much as she does. Wouldn’t even if his body had been a living thing that required such maintenance. She wakes alone each morning.

He watches her sleep a moment longer before pushing up and untangling himself from her. Eases over her sleeping form until one bare foot finds the floor. He stands over her a moment, just looking. Then turns to find the wash rag and his clothes.

The candles he puts out and stores away (all of them into his pack, finders keepers). Considers a tunic that needs mending, but knows better than to leave his mind unfocused and rampaging as he does quiet work. Instead, he pulls out the Necromancy of Thay.

And seats himself on the floor with the bed to his back, angled so he can keep both her and the door in his peripherals.

He told himself in the wilds, seated first in his tent and later in hers, that it was simple good sense. It wouldn’t do for all his hard work to go to waste should a boar or some other Underdark beast wander into camp and eat her face. And once they reached this rotten wasteland, someone had to make sure a shadow didn’t slip in to steal her flesh.

It’s all very practical. Something she might suggest, had she known of it.

But he doesn’t have that excuse here, tucked safely away at an inn that smells of dust and thin, desiccated decay that’s all shadow-curse and none of the heavy, metallic rankness of a vampire den.

It rather smells like linens and her.

Yet, for the third time, he sits near her as he cracks open a book he still hasn’t quite figured out how to read.

One that she gave him. Despite literally everyone’s protests. A potential source of great power and she handed it over when she was annoyed with him, even.

He glances to her sleeping form, her back turned. Focuses on trying to find a way to slip through the spirits protecting the book.

He’s had sex with a thousand people or more in his dreadful existence. But he’s never slept with a one of them. He used to long for that, in the earliest days. Before he learned it was better not to. Before he learned how to turn off thinking and get on his back and possibly earn a rat, this time. With only a few maggots if he performed well enough.

She moves. Shuffles around on her belly until she faces him. One of her hands slips off the edge in the process. He looks at it for a moment. Remembers her touch—on his cock, yes, but on his cheeks. How delicately she traced his features. How gently she held him as she leaned down for a kiss.

He swallows. Reaches up to take her hand in his.

She sighs.

A small sound. Insignificant, really. There’s no reason for his throat to tighten like this.

It sounds of comfort. Imagine that. Him, Astarion, bringing anyone comfort. Not ecstasy, not bliss, not damnation. But that tiny sigh.

She trusts him, for some godsforsaken reason. He studies her slackened face. The dark lashes against her cheeks, the slight part of her lips and yes, the thin string of drool escaping the corner of her mouth. The book lies forgotten on his lap as he imagines lifting his other hand to trace the shape of her brows, run the tip of a finger along her lashes just to watch the lids flutter.

Lovers do that. Proper lovers. He’s read that. Heard the songs. Whispered such things to a flustered mark. She would blink herself awake, he thinks. Frown a moment until she finds him, and them smile dreamily as she rose to kiss him (nevermind the drool).

He swallows again. He should go find something, anything to kill. This is thirst, surely.

He looks away.

It’s all a fantasy. That’s all any of this can ever be. He’s using her. Has been from the start. And should she ever realize that, she’ll cast him out. The others will turn on him and he’ll be lucky if none of them—the Blade comes to mind—doesn’t stake him through the back.

He can’t bear to think of her face. The sly spark or morbid fascination as she tells him of some horror or another being replaced by coldness. That soft gaze—unsure but cautiously accepting—when he held her after their latest debacle tonight. She wasn’t even angry at him laughing at her. Not drastically, anyway.

She’s generous like that. Foolishly forgiving. Gods below, she let a vampire spawn feed on her, in the middle of the night after he tried to take her blood in secrecy without so much as asking. Despite him confessing what he is. Despite his own actions.

Because she’s an idiot.

An idiot who killed a man for him when she most certainly didn’t want to. An idiot who guided him through the Underdark—literally by the hand at times—until he regained his sight. Who laughs at his jokes. Who has seen him peeled open and pathetic, has seen him bloodied after feasting upon their enemies. She admonishes him when he’s cruel, as he knows he can be. And it, inexplicably, makes him feel…well, not guilt, perhaps. But its second cousin. Twice-removed.

No one has any right to do that. No one in this shit-heap of a world could ever want him for anything but sex, which she initially refused.

No one but her. If anyone, anyone at all could possibly find it in themselves to, to…

Gods.

He releases her hand so he can claw at his own hair.

This is impossible. Dangerous. Deadly. It can only end in one way, and the moment he gives voice to the truth it will all be over. Another pitiful delusion poor, weak Astarion dreamed up to escape looking at what he is: nothing. A slave. A whore. Stupid and useless.

But not to her. For some reason he cannot fathom, not to her.

She would hate him. For all her misplaced kindness, she’ll hate him for this. She let him into places she’s never let anyone, and he doesn’t just mean her body. He saw parts of her when their tadpoles collided. She fears vulnerability (like the sensible woman she otherwise is). She knows what a weakness that is in a way others often fail to grasp.

Yet she let him walk right in. More than that, she made up a space within herself for him, to make him comfortable even as she wants more.

You can stay.

She deserves more. He’s a parasite. Wretched. A lodestone around her neck. A manipulator and seducer.

A liar.

He curls over his lap.

How could this happen? The master knew Astarion was stupid, but not even he could imagine the boy could be so pathetic, be this incredibly idiotic.

Eleanor shifts, searching him out. Even as she wanders through mortal dreams, she searches for him.

What does he do? What can he do?

There’s nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. That’s the problem with giving a damn, isn’t it? One gets trapped by it. He’s dug this grave all by himself and laid himself down into it and dragged the lid right over to seal himself in a prison of his own making. With no orders. On no one’s command. All by himself. A slave with a master by a different name. Damned by his own idiocy for the second time.

The hag was right, all those tenday ago. He seeks the leash, doesn’t he?

Her hand still hangs beside him.

There can be no future in this. Even he isn’t foolish enough to believe that.

Yet what is this strange woman if not a walking miracle? Something that shouldn’t exist. Something that shouldn’t have survived, and he’s not just talking about being abducted by mindflayers and ripped from her own realm. If anyone could find a way to thread this needle…

He takes her hand again. Lets his chin fall to his chest as he grimaces to no one in a near-silent room.

Damn him. Damn him.

***

Sounds of life pick up below some time later. Astarion blinks the blurriness from his eyes and lifts his head. He’s been staring at the ceiling for���some time. Forgot to blink for a good part of it. Twists to find Eleanor turned away again, her arm curled awkwardly and her hand now cool in his grasp. Her breathing has shallowed. She’ll wake soon.

He finally releases her. Uncrosses his aching legs and climbs—just a touch stiffly, as a corpse usually would—to his feet. The hunger twists nastily. They need to find an enemy or three and soon. But for now, he can ignore that as he’s accustomed. Pack his things and slip on his boots softer than a whisper.

He pauses with his hand on the door. Turns back to stare. Watch her rib cage expand as she breathes. As he’s done almost every night since the first sleep in the Underdark. Then he cracks open the door and slips away.

Leaving her to wake alone, none the wiser.

[aeliem]

Moth Killer Sans!!!

he is so babygirl <3 i am going to put him through unimaginable amounts of pain :)

transcript for the 3rd image:

No ❌ Yes ✔ (he uses his antennae to smell!!!)

likes light and shiny things (especially if dangerous)

antennae match his mood big eyes

outside inside

[justaz]

Stumbled across anti-luke castellan posts on tiktok and scrolled through the comments and have been reminded of how vile a person he really is in canon. Like I already don’t like him but posts like that help me remember that I HATE HIMMMM

[herearedragons]

I love you detectives wrestling with cosmic horror I love you government agencies in a futile pursuit to contain the supernatural I love you academia and bureaucracy strugging to quantify and codify the otherworldly I love you systems and habits desperately trying to hold the line against the chaotic the unclassifiable and the unfathomable.

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[decaflondonfog]

getting angrier and angrier at seeing AI generated shit everywhere all the time but trying my best to take it always as a reminder that now more than ever it's the time to talk to your friends about creating.

i mean fuck it, talk to strangers about creating. write about creating. post on social media. complain on a discord server, in a forum, anywhere! get excited on a blog post, journal about it. despair in a friend's dms/over the phone. be proud and share little bits of WIPs, of discarded drafts, the versions that never made it, the darlings you killed. ASK FOR HELP! and ENGAGE with what other people have created! if you can, do it in person — join a writer's circle, turn up to artists night, go to a local craft club.

do whatever it takes to be reminded and comforted by the knowledge that what we make HAS A SOUL. our labour HAS VALUE.

[anjasitdown]

In part 2, it seems as if Asa's the only one who genuinely cares for Denji aside from Nayuta. And you know how Fujimoto is. He kills those who care for Denji and those whom he loves. When Aki asked for Makima's help to look after Denji and Power before his time runs out, his life tragically ended as the Gun Fiend. When Power gave her blood so Denji could live, she dies. When Reze realized her feelings for Denji were real and decided to change, Makima kills her. When Nayuta genuinely wishes for Denji to follow what makes him happy, her head got cut off. Now that Yoru said Asa likes him after everything that's happened, I really hope Asa doesn't end up like the others. This cycle feels like a sick joke, to be honest. But I feel like the point of the story isn't exactly to show how doomed Denji is and the people who love him, but that there are still people willing to come and save him, fully aware about what they're getting themselves into. They'd rather not die, of course, but if it would give Denji another chance in life away from abusive, manipulative people, I think they'd take it in a heartbeat.

[writing-for-life]

We've bought into the idea that education is about training and "success", defined monetarily, rather than learning to think critically and to challenge. We should not forget that the true purpose of education is to make minds, not careers. A culture that does not grasp the vital interplay between morality and power, which mistakes management techniques for wisdom, which fails to understand that the measure of a civilization is its compassion, not its speed or ability to consume, condemns itself to death.

CHRIS HEDGES

[hirazuki]

Okay, I know Alucard is probably going to train the next gen (and I'm absolutely NOT complaining),

BUT

the part of my brain that is permanently occupied by Orochimaru, Askeladd, Maedhros + Maglor, and many others, desperately wants Olrox to train up Richter.

There's just something about training the child whose family you killed or otherwise harmed. About imparting to them the knowledge and the skills that were responsible for their family's deaths and/or suffering. About you being the one to teach them how to survive the world how to survive you.

It's one of the best tropes in fiction and I will salivate over it every. single. time.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

bloodsong of oh shit....oh fuck