los lobos.

                                             "you are just as charming as usual. i expected nothing                                              from you, q u i n t a. in the future, perhaps you would like                                               to pick on someone your own size. . ."

aizen took grimmjow's arm for insubordination. it was a punishment, which came through really obviously in the text, in my opinion. when he gave it back, it was (conveniently enough) just in time for grimmjow to go fight in aizen's service, again. 

it's not even about luppi at this point. aizen is brutally punishing bad behavior, and revoking the punishment / offering a chance for grimm to redeem himself as soon as he needs something. 

which is pretty classically a game of whips and carrots, especially in the case of grimmjow. 

  light bearer, light bearer, what do you see?      the stagnant blood flow of a dog aged past his years with      no necessity to the good fight of sealed scrolls in which      only the single name of a phosphine son of god. then      out with him, then out with him! but it is not to easy to      answer the call of destined arrival to victory, it is not so      easy to simply armour oneself and be born with a hand      of justice and jurisprudence. hands, then in similar tone,      upon the divine flesh of saviour complexes is not to be      tolerated, for they burn with unclean acid and tar burning      fuels, leaving behind much rot.

     it is unfortunate, to some, to see the ages take their toll      on one who is not yet surpassing him in number. how      they plague the mind of a solitary, that he cannot see      the withering flies and leeches piled from stomach to      throat and already spilling out around wired teeth, the      illusions of yet to come a burden.

     he speaks! he speaks! he speaks! the trumpet sound      off the mountaintop, the belied silence only a decibel      of incapability to comprehend this message of salvation,      hark! he speak, the confines of his metal throat from      which all noises and fly wings float from like a bed of      first borns across the river, he speak: ( he is an angel,      listen to the turbulent virtue of his terrible voice with      reverence whilst the rings of his eyes spin to same beat )

                                               "oh, calm down."

getting on the cuarta's nerves has always been easy enough; bowstring-tight as they are, it does not take any great leap to take him from taciturn soldier to petulant child. starrk himself is no stranger to being a menace, having learned from lilynette, but he knows when to retreat. he withdraws his hand, --

                                  -- then replaces it, once and then again. perhaps,                                       though, he is overzealous in his friendly                                       pat on the back; his hand stings, and he's                                       never been a phenomenal judge of strength,                                       but the cuarta must be below him for a reason. 

Unfortunately there are many documented cases of this particular users problematic behavior that cannot be contained to one post. We have been alerted to cases of including rape jokes, the usage of ableist slurs (and subsequent dismissal due to it being a “song lyric”; another call out post can be found here), romanticizing incest (namely Byakuya and his Father under their tag otp: never a memory), harassing blogs over the ships they choose to write, stalking Aizen blogs from their Byakuya to pressure ship (and vice versa— stalking Byakuya blogs from their Aizen), confirmed cases of “anonymous hate” caught on stat counter, romanticizing eating disorders, bullying, and icon thievery.

Because the evidence and accusations surrounding this roleplayer are so vast and severe we chose the least triggering screen shots to present as evidence. There was also no viable way it could all be contained in one post, unfortunately. If this behavior continues into the future it is possible we will make a follow up post documenting what it was necessary to omit due to length.  Once again we encourage you to remain safe and promote an environment that allows others the same security. Please also let it be known that we do not tolerate sending this person anonymous or un-cloaked hate messages of any kind. This is merely to spread awareness, and hopefully make a change for the better. We absolve ourselves from any and all hatred/negativity and are here merely to state the facts in an objective manner.

Samples of confirmed behavior (and explanations where necessary) can be found below the cut. Again, please note these are not the only examples, but merely a few samples, as the amount of screenshots submitted by the community was overwhelming. 

                  and yet stare it did — glassy sockets seeming to contain                   nothing but VOID do not even blink. instead, white folds                   part and a single rake-thin claw hooks out, designating                   the arrancar with one finger like a judgment of GOD.

                                        "you know. . . "

                      is it cold in here? is the air itself shaking?                       are the walls threatening to give way? is                       reality ripping itself apart at the seams,                       peeling away from him in large, flat sheets                       until there's nothing to hold onto and he's                       alone,                                      alone,                                                     alone,                                                                   a l o n e ?