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lunedì 7 settembre 2026
I Pesci non Piangono - Cover + indice
Sangreal è un pistrix, un pesce dall'aspetto curiosamente antropomorfo, che vive nelle profondità abissali: una vita tranquilla, quasi solitaria, insieme alla sua anziana (ed immensa) nonna, che ha perso il suo compagno ed è rimasta da sola.
Ma tutto sta per cambiare per lui. Seras Alkahest, potetente strega del mare, ha dei progetti per lui, e gli farà conoscere il mondo umano.
Preparatevi per un viaggio folle ed inaspettato, insieme a Sangreal, alla scoperta del mondo umano del futuro.
A grande richiesta, Fish don't Cry (che potete leggere nella sua versione in inglese qui su Tapas) arriva anche in italiano! Godetevelo, è tutto per voi :)
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CAPITOLO 1
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martedì 1 settembre 2026
Agosto 2026 - Cosa abbiamo creato
Agosto 2026 è finito: Ecco cosa abbiamo postato online questo mese, grazie anche al supporto dei nostri beneamati patrons!
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I pesci non piangono
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La fanart del giorno 31. Asking for directions (by Jajna) | La fanart del giorno 32. Seras and Sangreal (by Ifreann7) | La fanart del giorno 33. Fish :3 (by IronLoki3) |La fanart del giorno 34. ATTACK (by Cranium.corvid) | Quella volta che un artista non ci diede il nostro premio... | Perché leggiamo poco su Wattpad | Let's Play Overlord: rules of the game | La fanart del giorno 35. Danza misteriosa (by Juglone) | [Character] Rosas | La fanart del giorno 36. Hai fame? (by Miss Reaper) | Short tale - Familiarity |
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lunedì 24 agosto 2026
Short tale - Familiarity
The room is dark. Not pitch black, but dark enough that, upon entering, the first thing one would notice is not the sights of the books perched on the shelves, or the magical artifacts littering them, nor the efforts the inhabitant of this place made to turn it into a one-room-home.
It would be the smell. Calming incense, with a wild, harsh note from dried herbs, the addictive smell of old books, paper decomposing, telling of past stories. Life and death and something in between.
The room has been their home and prison for years now, for Meister and Monster.
It's clear from the presence of a neat little bed, the nest that hosts Meister's nightmares and dreams. The first years they were mostly of the first kind, but familiarity breeds a sort of comfort, even when you decide to self-relegate to a single room for the rest of your life, so that the cursed entity you bound yourself to can never be unleashed upon the world.
There's a little kitchen, a little studio, even a fancy area designed to have tea.
The warlock and his monster are having a cup each right now, sitting from one another, having a civil conversation. They don't forget easily their roles, but an external observer would have trouble framing Meister as their captor, and Monster as his tormentor.
The warlock is grateful that today Monster decided to respect his space, rather than hang by his shoulders like a monstruous mantle; perhaps it's true even for Monster, that familiarity bred comfort.
«We're not as vicious as we used to be» Observes Monster, almost amusedly. When it sips from its cup, the action is silent and polite.
Meister is not surprised its thoughts are echoing his own. After eleven years of living forcibly together, they are regrettably in tune.
«Are you complaining?»
«It's a mere observation»
«We can't have much. Peace is a start» Says Meister back, looking down at the caramel-colored liquid.
«We could have everything»
«If only we could get out of here»
«If only we could get out of here» Agrees Monster. Its temptations and Meister's threats are an old song and dance, and neither of them is as irked as they should be of chirping that tune anymore.
«Except we can. It's all in your hands» Resumes Monster
«I can. You cannot» amends Meister «You can't because I won't allow you. I will not because I refuse to let you loose on the world»
«Don't you miss what is outside? You've gone almost blind sitting here without ever seeing the sun». Monster's voice is charming, in its own way, with a buzzing, raspy quality to it that is dangerous and endearing. A faraway swarm of bees.
«Of course I do» Says the man, chastisingly. Meister is using the tone of voice that he used for his children, when they were much younger and asked for something they knew they couldn't have. Too much sweets, staying awake too late past their bedtime.
«One minute. You could peek your head out and be back before anyone could even notice. Just a flight of stairs and you could prepare your daughter's breakfast up there, see her put on her little backpack, and go out of the door»
«Ah, you know me well. What I wouldn't give...»
«Not even the effort of a couple steps it seems». Monster derides him, its voice becomes mean, like every time it gets impatient. It doesn't like to be denied.
Meister misses the outside world. He misses being able to follow his children out of the room, to be sure that they are doing alright. They're everything to him.
After school they will bring him news from their day, and ingredients for him to prepare them a meal. Sometimes they surprise him with a book haul, magic or not. After all, all books are magic in their own way. Even the pitifully ugly ones, those he can read for his kids aloud and laugh with them about, even those can create stories and fond memories.
He would die for his son and daughter. He doesn't even need to question that; which is why just waiting in a room doesn't seem so bad compared to the alternative.
Meister puts down his cup on the elegant tea table in front of them and rises from his seat.
«Are you done?» Asks the man, hinting at the tea.
«Never» answers the creature, referring to something else entirely.
They still understand each other, with no need for further explanations.
Meister gets both of their cups and goes to the sink to rinse them. He makes pancakes in silence. Their delicious smell somehow mixes well with the one that already permeated the room.
A series of little quick steps patters down the stairs, and both Meister and Monster raise their heads at once, as hares that perceive the presence of an hunting dog.
It's not a predator. It's Danni, the warlock's daughter; she's only twelve years old, and she looks minuscule with her red backpack on.
The creature is nearest, so Danni greets it first, with a kiss on the cheek.
«Hi, Dad's Monster!»
«Hello there, sweetheart»
«Hi Dad!». She trots over to her father to plant a kiss on his cheek as well.
«Hello, little possum». He hands her a dish with the pancakes and she squeals happily.
«Awww, you're the best, Dad!»
«Is Phantom coming down?»
«Yeah, in a minute»
«He will be late for school» he says, making a face, and picks up a smartphone that's nestled between a patch of black candles and knitting equipment. He needs to keep himself busy.
Phantom, his elder son, joins them after being summoned through texting. He's seventeen, strong and handsome, with dark hair and his father's blue eyes.
He's not nearly as affectionate with the Monster, but greets him from afar, polite enough. He's not like Danni, who seems to have an innate fascination for everything that could be considered scary; besides, Monster was already there when she was a toddler, and they quickly grew fond of each other.
Familiarity.
Before his kids go, Meister checks that Francis, the artifact doll he gifted his daughter when she was five, is still working fine, and controls that all the hidden sygils in Phantom's pockets and backpack work.
Both of his children accept a hug and kiss him on the cheeks again before they leave for school, and it takes all the willpower their father has not to go after them.
Sometimes he thinks that he's already descended into madness a long time ago. If he screamed nonsense at the walls and tried to fight Monster, maybe, if he acted insane in an insane situation, there could still be hope for him. Instead, he goes to sit on the couch and lets Monster approach him from behind, and put its chin on his shoulder to look at the book he has opened.
He lets it take a pancake from his pile and munch on it.
Meister had several grimoires he intends to re-read, but this time he just picked up a collection of entertaining spooky tales.
«One day I'll get out of here anyway» Says Monster, looking at the pages. The children's visit must have calmed it down, because there's no meanness in its voice now. «And when I do, what will you have gained from all of it? A life of deprivations, of us sinking our teeth into each other, and then I'll just slit your throat for your troubles».
Meister makes a non-committal noise, just enough to be polite and make the other know he was listening.
«Perhaps» The man concedes, putting on his reading glasses «Or perhaps I'll find a strong enough banishing spell first, and you'll be the one left with nothing but a handful of years trying to inflict mysery on others, before you get sent to oblivion»
«And I'll be free of you» they say at the same time.
Monster goes around the couch to sit down, comfortably close to the warlock. They both read together, in silence. Their reading speed was almost matching, but Meister was just slightly quicker: Monster liked to go back and re-read the paragraphs it had enjoyed. The man flips the page only when he knows that both are done.
It would be the smell. Calming incense, with a wild, harsh note from dried herbs, the addictive smell of old books, paper decomposing, telling of past stories. Life and death and something in between.
The room has been their home and prison for years now, for Meister and Monster.
It's clear from the presence of a neat little bed, the nest that hosts Meister's nightmares and dreams. The first years they were mostly of the first kind, but familiarity breeds a sort of comfort, even when you decide to self-relegate to a single room for the rest of your life, so that the cursed entity you bound yourself to can never be unleashed upon the world.
There's a little kitchen, a little studio, even a fancy area designed to have tea.
The warlock and his monster are having a cup each right now, sitting from one another, having a civil conversation. They don't forget easily their roles, but an external observer would have trouble framing Meister as their captor, and Monster as his tormentor.
The warlock is grateful that today Monster decided to respect his space, rather than hang by his shoulders like a monstruous mantle; perhaps it's true even for Monster, that familiarity bred comfort.
«We're not as vicious as we used to be» Observes Monster, almost amusedly. When it sips from its cup, the action is silent and polite.
Meister is not surprised its thoughts are echoing his own. After eleven years of living forcibly together, they are regrettably in tune.
«Are you complaining?»
«It's a mere observation»
«We can't have much. Peace is a start» Says Meister back, looking down at the caramel-colored liquid.
«We could have everything»
«If only we could get out of here»
«If only we could get out of here» Agrees Monster. Its temptations and Meister's threats are an old song and dance, and neither of them is as irked as they should be of chirping that tune anymore.
«Except we can. It's all in your hands» Resumes Monster
«I can. You cannot» amends Meister «You can't because I won't allow you. I will not because I refuse to let you loose on the world»
«Don't you miss what is outside? You've gone almost blind sitting here without ever seeing the sun». Monster's voice is charming, in its own way, with a buzzing, raspy quality to it that is dangerous and endearing. A faraway swarm of bees.
«Of course I do» Says the man, chastisingly. Meister is using the tone of voice that he used for his children, when they were much younger and asked for something they knew they couldn't have. Too much sweets, staying awake too late past their bedtime.
«One minute. You could peek your head out and be back before anyone could even notice. Just a flight of stairs and you could prepare your daughter's breakfast up there, see her put on her little backpack, and go out of the door»
«Ah, you know me well. What I wouldn't give...»
«Not even the effort of a couple steps it seems». Monster derides him, its voice becomes mean, like every time it gets impatient. It doesn't like to be denied.
Meister misses the outside world. He misses being able to follow his children out of the room, to be sure that they are doing alright. They're everything to him.
After school they will bring him news from their day, and ingredients for him to prepare them a meal. Sometimes they surprise him with a book haul, magic or not. After all, all books are magic in their own way. Even the pitifully ugly ones, those he can read for his kids aloud and laugh with them about, even those can create stories and fond memories.
He would die for his son and daughter. He doesn't even need to question that; which is why just waiting in a room doesn't seem so bad compared to the alternative.
Meister puts down his cup on the elegant tea table in front of them and rises from his seat.
«Are you done?» Asks the man, hinting at the tea.
«Never» answers the creature, referring to something else entirely.
They still understand each other, with no need for further explanations.
Meister gets both of their cups and goes to the sink to rinse them. He makes pancakes in silence. Their delicious smell somehow mixes well with the one that already permeated the room.
A series of little quick steps patters down the stairs, and both Meister and Monster raise their heads at once, as hares that perceive the presence of an hunting dog.
It's not a predator. It's Danni, the warlock's daughter; she's only twelve years old, and she looks minuscule with her red backpack on.
The creature is nearest, so Danni greets it first, with a kiss on the cheek.
«Hi, Dad's Monster!»
«Hello there, sweetheart»
«Hi Dad!». She trots over to her father to plant a kiss on his cheek as well.
«Hello, little possum». He hands her a dish with the pancakes and she squeals happily.
«Awww, you're the best, Dad!»
«Is Phantom coming down?»
«Yeah, in a minute»
«He will be late for school» he says, making a face, and picks up a smartphone that's nestled between a patch of black candles and knitting equipment. He needs to keep himself busy.
Phantom, his elder son, joins them after being summoned through texting. He's seventeen, strong and handsome, with dark hair and his father's blue eyes.
He's not nearly as affectionate with the Monster, but greets him from afar, polite enough. He's not like Danni, who seems to have an innate fascination for everything that could be considered scary; besides, Monster was already there when she was a toddler, and they quickly grew fond of each other.
Familiarity.
Before his kids go, Meister checks that Francis, the artifact doll he gifted his daughter when she was five, is still working fine, and controls that all the hidden sygils in Phantom's pockets and backpack work.
Both of his children accept a hug and kiss him on the cheeks again before they leave for school, and it takes all the willpower their father has not to go after them.
Sometimes he thinks that he's already descended into madness a long time ago. If he screamed nonsense at the walls and tried to fight Monster, maybe, if he acted insane in an insane situation, there could still be hope for him. Instead, he goes to sit on the couch and lets Monster approach him from behind, and put its chin on his shoulder to look at the book he has opened.
He lets it take a pancake from his pile and munch on it.
Meister had several grimoires he intends to re-read, but this time he just picked up a collection of entertaining spooky tales.
«One day I'll get out of here anyway» Says Monster, looking at the pages. The children's visit must have calmed it down, because there's no meanness in its voice now. «And when I do, what will you have gained from all of it? A life of deprivations, of us sinking our teeth into each other, and then I'll just slit your throat for your troubles».
Meister makes a non-committal noise, just enough to be polite and make the other know he was listening.
«Perhaps» The man concedes, putting on his reading glasses «Or perhaps I'll find a strong enough banishing spell first, and you'll be the one left with nothing but a handful of years trying to inflict mysery on others, before you get sent to oblivion»
«And I'll be free of you» they say at the same time.
Monster goes around the couch to sit down, comfortably close to the warlock. They both read together, in silence. Their reading speed was almost matching, but Meister was just slightly quicker: Monster liked to go back and re-read the paragraphs it had enjoyed. The man flips the page only when he knows that both are done.
domenica 23 agosto 2026
La fanart del giorno 36. Hai fame? (by Miss Reaper)
Benvenute e benvenuti in questa rubrica in cui vi mostriamo le fanart dei nostri personaggi, disegnati da artisti talentuosi da tutto il mondo, e le commentiamo! Perché, insomma, un po' di fierezza ci vuole, no? Siamo fieri che le persone scelgano di disegnarli, e per dimostrarlo mettiamo i loro lavori sotto lo spotlight!
Il disegno di oggi è stata realizzato per noi da Miss Reaper, ed è un disegno in digitale del nostro main guy Sangreal!
Non è assolutamente adorabile? Sangreal ha ricevuto da voi offerte di cibo, piatti di gamberetti, ed è tempo per lui... di offrire a voi del cibo! Dopotutto è un allevatore di gamberetti... lo sapevate?
Ehi... ma cosa... cos'è quello sul piatto? Sembra... sembra un krill. Con gli occhi azzurri. E ci sta dicendo che sua sorella ha avuto un bambino? Quale del suo milione di sorelle, esattamente?
(Fortunatamente per sé stesso, Sangreal non può capire cosa dicono i gamberetti. Sfortunatamente per il krill, Sangreal non può capire cosa dicono i gamberetti).
Sangreal è il personaggio princiale di Fish Don't Cry! Dategli un'occhiata, se cercate un'avventura misteriosa, magica e piena di... biologia marina!
sabato 22 agosto 2026
[Character] Rosas
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Full Name: Rosas Atlantes
Species: Common merfolk, steelhead subspecies (Margens vulgaris mykiss)
Preferred Pronouns: He/him.
Occupation: Servant of a sea warlock, entrepreneur.
S.O.: Heterosexual/heteroflexible
Nationality: English
Weight: -
Length: -
Physical Structure: Muscular, compact, with an abundant layer of subcutaneous fat for better insulation in cold waters
Smells of: -
Appears in: the first book in the Odyssey saga, and also of the eponymous comic.
- Fish Don't Cry - Book [Tapas][Wattpad]
- Fish Don't Cry - Comic
Thanks to a pact with Seras, he has access to a human form.
He is a recurring character in the comic book Fish Don't Cry, and makes his first appearance in the first chapter of the novel Fish Don't Cry.
Personality
Unlike Sangreal, Rosas chose to ally himself with Seras voluntarily: he has a profound desire to see (and conquer) the world beyond his small home city-state. He was chosen by Seras not only because he was considered attractive by the standards of his species (and Seras desires to surround herself with aesthetically beautiful people), but also for his lively intelligence and his aptitude for planning his and his friends' rise to power. One could say that there is a real friendship between Seras and Rosas, an extremely close and extremely strange one, whose boundaries are blurred.Gallery of images (Click to enlarge!)
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venerdì 21 agosto 2026
La fanart del giorno 35. Danza misteriosa (by Juglone)
Benvenute e benvenuti in questa rubrica in cui vi mostriamo le fanart dei nostri personaggi, disegnati da artisti talentuosi da tutto il mondo, e le commentiamo! Perché, insomma, un po' di fierezza ci vuole, no? Siamo fieri che le persone scelgano di disegnarli, e per dimostrarlo mettiamo i loro lavori sotto lo spotlight!
Il disegno di oggi è stata creato per noi da Juglone.
Ed è ancora una volta lei, misteriosa e intrigante, una bizzarria della natura metà umana e metà cefalopode, Seras Alkahest!
Guardarla negli occhi può essere una maledizione o una benedizione... ti darà tutto ciò che desidera il tuo cuore, persino cose che tu non ritieni possibili: ricchezza, bellezza, potere, la possibilità di trasformarti in qualcosa di diverso, persino l'immortalità... ma c'è un costo da pagare: diventare il suo animale domestico.
Sei disposto a pagare un prezzo del genere?
Apprezziamo tantissimo il modo in cui l'artista ha catturato questa natura così ammaliatrice e magica di Seras, dandole uno sguardo magnetico, e questo splendido outline luminoso, "magico". Elegante, misterioso, in qualche modo minaccioso.
Ci sono cose che si nascondono nelle profondità oscure... sei pronto a scoprire di cosa si tratta?
Seras è uno dei personaggi di Fish Don't Cry! Dategli un'occhiata, se cercate un'avventura misteriosa, magica e piena di... biologia marina!
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