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[supergoopersworld]

The DM saga: A retrospective

Dedicated to Duck. Thanks for requesting.

This wouldn’t be a Quinton Reviews blog if we didn’t at least mention the event that put him in the radar of many. It all started with one tweet:

Replying to herself Sarah would tweet this message came from a male YouTuber that would mention in video when she wasn’t replying to his messages.

Then Lindsay Ellis adds another six messages from the same guy.

Everyone suspects Quinton. Those are the components of this saga everybody knows.

Three years later, some people still say Quinton's involvement is merely a rumour and some even try to spin it as Quinton being the victim. Sounds familiar.

Here are some facts that only sickos knew about.

Sarah mentioned the original message was from a male YouTuber that mentioned in his videos when she didn't reply his messages.

At 56:35, Quinton mentions that he couldn't reach Sarah (who played Irma in a previous video reading Garfield strips).

Lindsay's reply contains three pairs of messages. Two of those pairs line up with times Quinton was in Anaheim.

July 2019: VidCon 2019. Quinton attends a panel held by Ellis, tags her in a tweet.

February 2020: Quinton goes on a trip to meet with friends and use his soon to expire Disney Land annual pass.

There were also attempts by forensic photo editing aficionados to prove it was Quinton.

If these tweets among others didn't pick up more traction at the time it was because the moment it became very obvious it wasn't MovieBob then people started to say it wasn't their place to speculate since the male YouTuber hadn't been named directly.

You can probably figure Quinton wasn't going to react directly, but in very Quinton fashion he had to make his feelings known.

But someone just so happened to notice and subtweet.

Quinton disappears of the Internet for a week, while most people either already know it was him or are doing mental gymnastics to say it suddenly doesn't matter.

It could have ended right there, but it didn't. Some context will be necessary. Quinton has two Discord servers: one of his Patreon (Quinton's Quarantine Quew), where all the parasocial talk comes from, and Quanto Analysis, from where he runs his channel with his friends and closest allies (until this controversy you only needed six dollars to enter). Someone leaked the latter in a html file for all the comments around the DM saga.

He would go to say other things like how the Mumkey Jones nontroversy prevented him from reaching 1M, mock Ellis by saying "stop me if I ever make a long video after I get cancelled", that he needs to suffer to make 'good art', complaining about his weight or expressing surprise when his channel broke the free fall it was in to make the way to the current state of his channel.

Now and then people accused Quinton of harassment and even labelled him worse things. None were true, he is just a cringelord that still acts like he is in high school. For that very reason, I took enough issue to write about the Flowergothic saga and revisit this one. Because I know Quinton incapable of being a creep, but he is one heavy prick who has bent the truth before and would do again.

#quinton reviews #quinton #sarah z #marysuewriter #lindsay ellis

[lostinmcyt]

https://twitter.com/marysuewriter/status/1080943370300678144?t=hUVbeSjSIahin4mZxCCbRg&s=19

I had to check because for the life of me couldn't believe somebody could be this hypocrytical.

I'm.

easy clout gathered from jumping on the current online hate wagon is one hell of a drug

#lostanons #thank u for the link anon

[bronzecanary]

Remember when Buffy freed slaves, that had to work til death for demons that fed off their suffering, using a hammer and sickle?

That was bomb

credit to twitter.com/marysuewriter for the tweet

#buffy #Buffy The Vampire Slayer #communism #marysuewriter

[fandom-streetteam]

#Dashcon #2014 #Sarah Z #marysuewriter #SarahZ

[dawnofanotherday]

(X)

#jk rowling #twitter #marysuewriter #transphobia #tw transphobia #terf #stephen king #rowling #harry potter

[soartfullydone]

but also pls look at how cute @marysuewriter and i are as catgirl seesters in ffxiv

#it us!!! #marysuewriter #bessgewdfrann #final fantasy xiv #ocs

[editoress]

8. COUGHING UP A LUNG pneumothorax | exotic illness | “definitely just a cold” Varric (Dragon Age) requested by @marysuewriter

I love Varric and Hawke so much.

*

When Varric could talk, he would say things like, “This is a lot lousier in real life,” or, “If you could just bludgeon me unconscious, that’d be great.”  The rest of the time, he lay there and wheezed and rattled.  Hawke had known her share of fear, but she hadn’t known it could weigh on you nonstop for this long.

The truth was that no one had paid enough attention at first.  Varric had started out lightheaded and coughing with his whole chest, which was impressive.  By nature, dwarves rarely got sick, so Varric had always been a terrible patient.  Everyone had laughed as much as they’d fussed.  Told him to get some rest.  Stop complaining.  It’s a cold, everyone gets them.

Now Hawke only left his room if Anders needed something.  Anders had agreed to find a cure, whatever it took, and he hadn’t reminded Hawke that he already ran himself ragged in his clinic that countless people relied on.  Maybe he knew that she didn’t care.  Not if it was between Lowtown strangers and Varric.

Hawke sat in what was becoming her chair, slumped forward so that her head and one arm rested on the edge of the mattress.  It wasn’t the least comfortable way she’d dozed off.  She woke up to a hand on her head and thick fingers lightly scratching her scalp.

“Hey,” Varric rasped.  “Don’t you have anything better to do?”

Hawke turned her head to blink at him.  It helped the crick in her neck.  “Than remind you how breathing works?  No way.”

He exhaled in a weak laugh.  It set off a brief round of coughing, which was a lot quieter than it had been a week ago.  He made a face.  “Come on.  You don’t have to stay in here.”  Hawke just glared at him, and he let his head fall back on the pillow, closing his eyes.  “Okay, okay.”

She shifted forward a little to prop her elbows on the bed, so she could see his face.  Same as yesterday, it was pale and starting to get sunken in.  She didn’t like that, not one bit.  “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit.”  He cracked one eye open to give her a wry look.  “You don’t look so great yourself.”

“Charmer.”  Varric closed his eyes again, and she squirmed, knowing he needed rest but hating how still he was.  So she started babbling.  “Anders found someone who’s seen this before.  He’s probably talked to him already.  I don’t know what sort of medicine he’ll come back with, but you can’t turn your nose up at it, or I’ll throttle you myself.  Alright?  Do you need anything?”

Varric took a breath just to make a hoarse noise in the negative.  Hawke fidgeted.  And then she climbed carefully into the bed.  She curled up against his side, but didn’t throw an arm over him.  Breathing sounded hard enough for him already without her putting any weight on his chest.  She just hugged his upper arm and put her face into his shoulder.

After a minute or two, Varric said, “Who knew a deadly illness was all it took to get a beautiful woman in my bed?”

“Ha, ha,” Hawke said weakly.  She was focused on not crying on him while he tried to sleep.

He heard it anyway, because of course he did.  “Hawke?” he prompted faintly.

He sounded worried.  He sounded worried.  “Just get some sleep,” she told him.  Maybe she would do the same.  It felt better to lie down properly, not to mention to hang onto him, whether or not it would make any difference.  She squeezed her eyes shut and whispered, “Nothing can happen to you.  Alright?  Not you.”

Varric didn’t answer.  He was already asleep.  Hawke lay next to him and listened to every thin breath.

#whumptober2021 #small craftings #dragon age

[goosegoblin]

i still can't believe i've been mutuals with saz ( @dingdongyouarewrong ) for years and years, and i’ve also been following cool leftist twitter user marysuewriter for some time, and i’ve also had multiple ppl reccomend Sarah Z videos to me, and i did not realise these were the same person until like. two weeks ago. i’ve been friends with one of the coolest breadtube ladies for years. this is so cool 

#watch her videos they're great!

[shittinggold]

Sarah Z is the only valid person on Twitter (https://twitter.com/marysuewriter/status/1328462379122794496?s=19)

#she's right #!

[rogerblverhoeven]

2 2/2 Part 2/2 #Tumblr 's Failed #Convention:

The Story of #Dashcon 50:01 Min

Via @marysuewriter @NetHistorian

#video #dashcon #history #tumblr #socialmedia

[merrikstryfe]

it DOES not matter how trendy or good any given show/movie/podcast is. in 6 months, there WILL be tweets with 100k likes saying it's embarrassing to like it. the good news is, seeming cool and detached actually sucks and it's okay to stop caring about it & just like stuff anyway

— Sarah Z (@marysuewriter) July 21, 2020

[belleandkurtbastian]

@marysuewriter: "(OMWF) is a good musical episode (for a variety of well-argued reasons). I also just really like Anthony Stewart Head's singing voice, and I shouldn't have to watch him cut someone's organs out in Repo just to get to hear it." I felt that in my bones.

— Andrew Marsden🏳️‍🌈 💛🤍💜🖤 (@marsdeat) June 13, 2020

#.tweets #marsdeat #.q

[crowsister-archive]

RT @marysuewriter: does anyone remember in 2013 when a tumblr user made this graph, predicted the upcoming political climate for the next decade, and then vanished https://t.co/O1jfTLr71F

#Twitter #crows sometimes tweet #ArbitraryStray

[princeofheart]

https://twitter.com/marysuewriter/status/1262927412360359937?s=21

#the princess bride #sarahz #twitter humor #holy shit #twitter #not mine #marysuewriter #why_nathan

[editoress]

22. THEY MADE ME DO IT cursed | demon | obsession Solas (Dragon Age) requested by @marysuewriter

I’m late!!  But this was fun to do~.

*

Cole is here: magic burns an arc through the air, moving in a very old woven pattern.  The words are old, too, preserved for centuries in crystalline anger.  They sound wrong in Lavellan’s voice, or Lavellan’s voice sounds wrong howling them.  A shield shatters.  Solas falls, again.

Cole is here: despite its softer edges, this world twists and boils over with the fury of those words, all overlapping as they spill out.  Traitor, traitor, you did this, you killed us, traitor.  Cole is not listening to that.  He is searching for a friend.  He hears crying.

Solas struggles back to his feet.  He’s saying, “Enough!  Let her go!”  But Lavellan’s voice doesn’t pause in its accusations.  There’s no one to talk to, not really.  This is all that survived.  Solas must see that, because he calls for Cole.

“I’m trying,” says Cole.

Such an old, old hatred for Solas.  That’s a slippery thought.  Has he asked the question before?  Was he turned aside?  He’ll ask again later.  Now, there’s a knot of anguish somewhere ahead that doesn’t belong there, or anywhere.

Some echo of Solas is in the Fade.  It’s just his pain, mirroring the physical.  That’s where Cole finds her.  Lavellan is sobbing, and her true voice is quieter than the bellowing storm.  She gasps, “No, no, stop, please, Solas,” while the dim form of Solas writhes (Cole smells lightning, outside) and cries out (incoherent here, but Cole can hear her name).  Even so, she is fighting it, clinging to as much of her magic as she can, trying to bring it to bear on the vengeful spirit shaking the world around them.  His friend is very brave.

“Lavellan, I’m here,” Cole tells her.

Lavellan grips her staff in both hands and turns to him, full of tears.  “I’m killing him.”

(Solas cannot rise.  Gravely, he starts something with, “Vhenan, if you can hear me—” but she can’t, and so Cole doesn’t mention it.)

Cole takes his friend’s arm.  “No,” he says, “but we’ll stop the one who is.”  There’s no mystery to this place for him; you don’t have to see it as roads and rooms if you don’t want to.  And if Lavellan trusts him (she does), he can make it so, so much easier.  He can help.

After, they are all here: Lavellan runs to drop to her knees beside Solas.  She’s herself, a wellspring of feeling that is new, and hers.  She calls on healing magic; she presses her forehead to Solas’s.  She murmurs, “Ir abelas.”  Cole wasn’t supposed to hear.

Solas raises a hand to her cheek.  It hurts him more than he’s showing.  Everything does.  “It wasn’t you, vhenan.”  The rest goes unspoken, sinking under grief so that Lavellan only sees the comfort of it.

It’s such an old, aching sadness, familiar enough to put away out of loved ones’ reach.  Cole wonders whether he could have fit it against the spirit’s anger, edges perfect, like a puzzle piece.  But he does not want to ask.  They are all here, together.  Lavellan and Solas are pressed close, trading reassurances.  This is enough; Cole doesn’t need to know right now.  He’ll ask later.

#whumptober2021 #dragon age #small craftings