#ana and din

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Is it too crazy to google the follow-up book to a book that dropped earlier this month?

I need more. Fml

[living400lbs]

There was a beat of silence. “You…have mastered a nonverbal language used by a dying sect of monks, ma’am,” I said dubiously, “in less than a day?”

“I mean, it’s not too technical,” she said. “It’s just three damned fingers tapping, it can only be so complex.” She saw the skeptical look on my face. “Would you like me to translate what Ghrelin said, Din,” she snapped, “or would you prefer to stand there and keep doubting me like a stubborn little prick?”

“Translate away, ma’am.”

- from A Drop of Corruption by Robert Jackson Bennett

[jspinkmills]

A Drop of Corruption, book 2 in the Ana and Din fantasy mystery series by Robert Jackson Bennett, is a brilliant follow-up to the first book! Besides the imaginative murders, weird alchemy, awesome worldbuilding, and snappy investigation that are a trademark of the series, we get this:

Ana: I am begging you, please sleep tonight instead of picking up randomly-gendered partners and using sex as a flawed coping mechanism

Din: …no

Ana: you’re going to die of some horrific std

Din: idgaf

[midnightlibrarymouse]

in case you're wondering if you should read The Tainted Cup by Robert Jackson Bennett - yes, just yes, you should

din: fuck how am i supposed to hide my dyslexia now....i'm the most shameful pathetic useless worm in the entire world [creep.mp3]

best detective in the empire, gently letting her assistant keep his very obvious secret: great work as always sweetheart. well done. carry on, now.

[alcyoneusgalaxy]

live drop of corruption reaction

[mina-can-read]

april 6th - the tainted cup

[nzbookwyrm]

April 2025

[itbemehello]

idk how he does it, but my god robert jackson bennett SLAYED with this Ana & Din dynamic I have not stopped laughing jesus

[diamondnokouzai]

wayne brady is so cool

[onderkaracay]

Barış manço kadına lafı yapıştırdı! sonunu bekle!

◼️Batı sömürüsüne adeta tokat atmış kaya oğul uygar Barış Türk toprak ana babası Anadolu uygarlığı.◼️

♾️19 Önder Karaçay 19♾️

[primmlife]

Review: A Drop of Corruption

Review: A Drop of Corruption by Robert Jackson Bennett from Del Rey #fantasy #mystery #ADropofCorruption #ShadowoftheLeviathan

One of my favorite books of 2024 was the wonderful The Tainted Cup by Robert Jackson Bennett. It had everything I enjoy in a fantasy novel: beautiful world building, intriguing characters, and mysteries that build upon themselves. Well, Jackson is back with A Drop of Corruption, the second in the Shadow of the Leviathan series. I loved the first book; so, how will the second hold up? Does A Drop…

[abigailspinach]

A Drop of Corruption: An Ana and Din Mystery (Shadow of the Leviathan Book 2) Kindle Edition

by Robert Jackson Bennett 

Book 2 of 2: Shadow of the Leviathan

The eccentric detective Ana Dolabra matches wits with a seemingly omniscient adversary in this brilliant fantasy-mystery from the author of The Tainted Cup. In the canton of Yarrowdale, at the very edge of the Empire’s reach, a Treasury officer has disappeared into thin air—vanishing from a room within a heavily guarded tower, its door and windows locked from the inside. To solve the case, the Empire calls on its most brilliant and mercurial detective, the great Ana Dolabra. At her side, as always, is her bemused assistant Dinios Kol. Ana soon discovers that they are investigating not a disappearance but a murder—and one of surpassing cunning, carried out by an opponent who can pass through warded doors like a ghost. Worse still, the killer may be targeting the high-security compound known as the Shroud, where the Empire harvests fallen titans for the volatile magic found in their blood. Should it fall, the Empire itself will grind to a halt, robbed of the magic that allows its wheels of power to turn. Din has seen his superior solve impossible cases before. But as the death toll grows and their quarry predicts each of Ana’s moves with uncanny foresight, he fears that she has at last met an enemy she can’t defeat.

[alexsavescu]

Magia primului Crăciun la Creșa "Sfânta Ana" din Fălticeni

[lvmoure]

Baby Fever CS55

Pairings: Carlos Sainz x reader

Summary: In which they are both ready to step into the next label.

Warnings: none, pure fluff

You always wanted to be a mother. Sure, that feeling had been quietly humming in the background of your life, an almost imperceptible ache that grew steadily, but with each passing day, it had become stronger. And then came Carlos, so full of life, his laughter, his spirit—it was easy to imagine what a child of his would be like. It was easy to picture a little version of him running around, their laughter echoing like his, their eyes bright and curious, filled with the same intensity. But that conversation hadn’t come up yet, at least not seriously. So when you two were asked to babysit the nieces and nephews for a day, it felt like fate had a way of pushing things along.

The house was a flurry of tiny, rapid footsteps and loud giggles, toys scattered around like the remnants of a colorful hurricane. You and Carlos sat in the living room, surrounded by your nieces and nephews—three kids, all under the age of six, with boundless energy that made your head spin just watching. You’d spent most of the morning playing referee, distributing snacks, and occasionally rescuing someone from a tiny, toddler-sized disaster.

Carlos leaned back on the couch, one arm draped lazily over the cushions, watching you as you coaxed little Ana out of her hiding spot behind the couch with promises of her favorite juice. He shot you that lopsided grin, the one that told you he was just as entertained watching you in action as he was by the kids themselves.

“You’re a natural, you know that?” he murmured, voice low enough that only you could hear over the din of the children. His eyes had softened, a flicker of something warm and tender lingering there as he watched you.

You gave him a little smirk, tilting your head as you shrugged. “I think they’re just easily bribed with juice.”

Carlos chuckled, but his gaze lingered, like he was seeing something deeper. The kids were a whirlwind, tugging at his hands, demanding his attention just as much as yours. Ana climbed into his lap at one point, babbling about a story she half-invented, and he listened with exaggerated nods and expressions that had her giggling and clapping her hands in delight. You watched, heart swelling a bit as he played along, his big hands carefully adjusting her tiny, mismatched socks as she tried to describe an adventure involving a princess and a dragon.

Carlos had always been good with kids. He had a playful, patient streak that you couldn’t help but admire. He could make them laugh with the silliest faces, and he listened to their stories like they were the most important tales he’d ever heard. He was gentle with them in a way that made your heart ache a little bit more, that made you picture what it would be like if he were playing like this with a child that was truly yours.

As the afternoon wore on, it became clear that the kids were getting antsy. When Mateo, your five-year-old nephew, started whining about going to the park, you exchanged a look with Carlos.

“How about it?” Carlos asked, nudging you. “Think you can handle a few hours outdoors?”

You rolled your eyes but grinned, nodding. “Let’s go, little ones. Grab your shoes!”

The sun was warm but gentle as you made your way to the park, your nephew Mateo holding onto your hand, chattering about his bike with a gleam of excitement in his eyes. He was getting better at riding, but he still needed someone nearby, just in case. Carlos was by your side, his arm slung around your shoulders as you walked together, the two of you flanking Mateo like a protective shield.

Once at the park, you helped Mateo onto his little bike, adjusting his helmet and giving him an encouraging smile. “You ready to show us some cool tricks, little man?”

He beamed, a shy little nod as he gripped the handlebars and pedaled with a mix of concentration and excitement. You watched him with a tender expression, your hands hovering near him as he rode in small, careful loops.

Carlos leaned against a tree nearby, arms crossed, watching the two of you with an amused grin. “You’re babying him,” he teased softly, laughter in his voice.

You glanced back at him, giving him a mock glare. “He’s five, Carlos. Someone has to make sure he doesn’t fall on his face.”

He shrugged, but he kept watching, that warm, thoughtful look never leaving his eyes. You couldn’t help yourself; you crouched down, offering Mateo a quick high-five when he completed another successful lap around you. “You’re getting really good at this, you know? Soon, you’ll be riding like a pro.”

Carlos chuckled softly behind you, and you shot him a sidelong glance, hoping maybe he’d pick up on the way you looked at Mateo, the way you held his little hands and clapped for every small victory. But Carlos, ever the racer, seemed more focused on encouraging Mateo’s speed than anything else.

---

The park outing had gone well, and as the sun started to dip, the three of you made your way back. You were a little tired, but a sense of peace had settled over you, a kind of warmth that lingered even after you’d waved goodbye to Mateo and returned him to his parents.

But then Carlos had to go and be his usual self—playfully dense, occasionally oblivious in the most endearing way. Back at the house, he’d start poking fun, saying, “You’re really good at this, you know. Maybe I should be the one that needs babying around here.”

You just rolled your eyes, a little annoyed but amused. “Very funny, Carlos. Maybe I’m just practicing for the real thing, ever thought of that?”

“Oh, you mean more babysitting gigs?” He feigned innocence, that sly grin telling you he knew exactly what you meant. But he’d drawn it out, pretending not to catch your hints. It was almost maddening, the way he could pretend to be oblivious.

At one point, he’d even leaned close, murmuring into your ear, “I think you’d be an amazing mother.”

Your heart had skipped a beat, but he’d just grinned, kissing the top of your head as if he hadn’t just thrown you off balance with those words.

---

The next day, you both found yourselves wandering the mall. It was supposed to be a quick trip for groceries, but as you passed a baby shop—full of tiny clothes, soft blankets, and adorable little shoes—you couldn’t help but stop, your gaze lingering on a display of baby onesies.

Carlos raised an eyebrow, following your line of sight. “Something catch your eye?” he asked, his voice tinged with that playful edge, and you turned to him with a pointed look, letting your gaze drop deliberately to the baby clothes.

“Oh, I don’t know… Just thinking how cute it would be to have a little one of our own wearing something like this.” You said it casually, trying to keep the edge of hopefulness out of your voice.

But Carlos, ever the tease, just shrugged, giving you an exaggerated, thoughtful nod. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Our nieces and nephews would look adorable in that.”

You had to resist the urge to smack his arm, biting back an exasperated laugh as he gave you a wink, thoroughly enjoying his role as the clueless one.

Later that evening, after you’d both finally had enough of dancing around the topic, you found yourselves back at home, sitting together on the couch, a comfortable silence filling the space between you. You took a deep breath, gathering the courage to finally lay it all out, not a hint, not a joke—just honesty.

“Carlos,” you began softly, looking down at your hands, “I… I really do want a child. With you. And I’ve been dropping hints, but I think maybe it’s time I just… say it.”

Carlos looked at you for a long moment, his expression softening, a hint of surprise mixed with something deeper, something you couldn’t quite name. He reached out, taking your hands in his, his fingers warm and steady around yours.

“You should’ve just said so,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion as he gave you a gentle smile. “I want that too. I’ve wanted it for a while. I just wanted to make sure you were ready.”

You felt the tears prick at your eyes, a mix of relief and joy flooding your chest as you squeezed his hands. “I am ready. I’ve been ready for so long.”

Carlos pulled you into his arms, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, his voice a quiet promise in your ear. “Then let’s make it happen. Our little family.”

[athena5898]

(RNN) As news of advancing ceasefire negotiations emerges from numerous sources, the zionist army has intensified its massacres against Palestinians in the #Gaza Strip, focusing on the northern Strip and Gaza City in particular.

Over 50 Palestinians have ascended to martyrdom in Gaza since this morning. Journalist Anas Al-Sharif (https://t.me/anas1020304050) reported that the IOF was deliberately targeting gatherings of residents without warning, and provided a summary of some of the massacres, highlighted below:

5 martyrs and wounded as a result of an air strike on Salah al-Din School, which houses displaced persons west of Gaza City.

One martyr and 5 wounded in an “israeli” air strike targeting Palestinians in Jabalia al-Balad, northern Gaza Strip.

Two martyrs as a result of “israeli” gunboat fire targeting Palestinians west of Gaza City.

Two martyrs in an “israeli” bombardment on the Jawazat area west of Gaza City.

7 martyrs and a number of wounded in an “israeli” raid targeting Palestinians in the Al-Daraj neighborhood, east of Gaza City

Two martyrs and others wounded in an “israeli” bombing of Palestinians near Al-Barbari station on Al-Jalaa Street in the center of Gaza City.

Two martyrs and a number of wounded in an “israeli” bombardment of Palestinians in Al-Oyoun Street, west of Gaza City.

3 martyrs and a number of wounded in an “israeli” air strike on a house in the Zaytoun neighborhood, south of Gaza City.

6 martyrs and wounded in two raids at the Dabbit and Zaharna intersection on Al-Jalaa Street in the center of Gaza City.

Continuous bombing and shelling operations in various areas of northern Gaza.

[thepoopdokyeomtouched]

stfu. 😠I said SHUT😠 THE 😡FUCK🤬 UUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPPPPAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH👹MY CUTE AGGRESSION👹 GGGRRRRWWW👺AASFGBTGJ DWWWAAAAAA👺AAAHKBCFBNFVB- *dies in cute aggression*