#Tatau

[ofmdtereomaori]

Fun fact: the English word tattoo comes from tatau in Samoan and other Polynesian languages.

[servetolive]

"E au le inailau a Tamaitai."

To my people my presenting gender is irrelevant; what's important is that I'm a mother, aunt, sister and protector of my family. This is what my hand malu represents.

Happy Asian-Pacific Islander Month. ❤️🇦🇸🇯🇵

[eirikswood]

Descendants of the First Seafarers

Some of the ancestors of the native peoples of Madagascar, Malaysia, Indonesia, and the Pacific Islands (Micronesia, Melanesia, Polynesia) came from an ancient seaborne migration out of Taiwan and the Philippines (2200 BCE - 1250 CE). Cultural traditions still shared among these far-flung peoples today include tātau (tattoos), jade carving, stilt houses, and the cultivation of taro, pork, rice, coconuts, and yams.

[dontfeedmeaftermidnight]

Dream Headshot art + Mini Story!!

Sliiiide.

    Scraaaaape.

    Sliiiiiiiiiide.

    You tremble behind the decrepit, old wooden table, that you know won't hold for long. When was this backup getting here?! You had taken a mission outside the City, to clear out a small village. The company was planning to rebuild the village, and set it up for orphaned children, so they had their own little rooms. You thought the idea was sweet and adorable, so you volunteered to help. Your entire crew was to kill the monsters roaming round, and get ready for the construction teams. The plan failed, however, when your crew was jumped by the Monsters, and now you were finding pieces of them... Well... Everywhere. So, you snuck into the nearest house to hide, but the thing was persistent, and followed you.

    You carefully step towards an open pantry, watching the Monster behind you shuffle around, with it's head swiveling back and forth on a rotted, spindly neck. You hold in a whimper and step closer to the closet, but you freeze as soon as you do.

    CRRREEEEAK-

    Damn it. Damn it all.

    You straighten, summoning your sword. The Monsters head sickly snaps on your direction with a loud popping noise.

    Ugh, disgusting.

    You did the one thing that was truly stupid, yet incredibly brave. You leap onto the table, brandishing your sword at the Monster, and slicing at it. It screeches and raises a claw, swiping down. You jump in time, and watch as the table gets destroyed below you, the monster was in a perfect position. Grabbing onto the chandelier that you had seen above the table beforehand, you slice it free and yell a battle cry as metal and your sword smash into it's skull. You grimace as the skull barely imitates the sound of bone cracking, and instead made an unfortunate sucking noise. You wrinkle your nose as you tug your weapon free, and look down. Your armor had thankfully saved you from being to hurt by the metal chandelier, and you wonder how the hell it had stayed in the rotted ceiling this entire time anyway. You didn't have time to ponder when you hear a loud gunshot, followed by two, three more.

    Backup!

    You breathe in relief and dart out the door of the house, when you get smashed to the ground by something powerful. A hand around your throat pinned you to the ground, and you grab at it, gasping for air. You feel cool metal against your temple. You manage to growl out,

    "Not... In-infected..!"

    The hand lessons it's grip and pulls away, and you sit up quickly, gasping for air. You blink up at the man before you, and immediately scramble to your feet and salute him with your left hand.

    "C-commander Dream, sir!"

    The (literally) flaming pheonix eyes you, and raises an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth twitch.

    "Glad to see your safe, cadet, and not infected, but that's the wrong hand for a salute."

    You flush red and quickly correct yourself.

    "S-sorry, Commander."

    Dream huffs softly, running a hand through his hair.

    "Don't worry about it, kid, and you don't need to be so formal. Especially out in the battlefield."

    You look around to find multiple monsters scattered about, oozing black blood from the holes in their heads and chest.

    " Is this..."

    "All of them? Yes."

    You relax, and peer up at the much taller Commander.

    "Did you come alone, sir- I-I mean, Dream..?"

    He nods, "I came as soon as I heard what the plans were. Look, I know this was something that was supposed to be done for good, but this place is full of scent markers from the Poachers. From the smell of it, marked a few hours before your team and you had arrived."

    Your stomach drops.

    "This was a trap. They knew what we were doing! How-"

    Dream waves a hand at you.

    " Don't. Do not tell anyone I indulged this information to you, either, but you're a smart kid, you'll figure it out."

    Your voice softens, " How would you know I won't babble..? "

    "I don't. "

    His sharp answer made you peer up at his face again, and you suddenly feel very small at the sharp scowl on his face.

    "If you do, I'll make sure those were your last words."

    You fidget, and nod. His scowl softens and he turns away.

    "Let's get you home. There's not much left of your team to take along, but if you wish to mourn them, I'll keep watch for more monsters."

    You look down at the ground. You knew a couple of these cadets from school, and you feel the tears welling in your eyes. Suddenly, you feel warmth coat you, and look up to see a fiery colored wing wrapped around you. Dream peers down at you with a look of understanding, and anger, you understood in return.

    You managed to return home the next day, thanks to Dream. Collapsing into your bed, you already planned your speech out for your team's funerals, but you had one more thing on your mind, and you couldn't even question it to anyone. Anger coursed through you at what Dream had told you about the Poachers. There was only one conclusion to that little issue.

    There's a mole in the Hunters Association.

[jettme]

Scene from Tahitian Life 1896 by Paul Gauguin

[shysheeperz]

[sunjadye]

My experience with reclaiming my body through Tatau.

[oversizedtoad]

I recently dropped off a bunch of pieces to be fired, this mug is the first one to finish!!!! It’s a gift for my brother who likes to drink from beer mugs but doesn’t like beer ❤️

[temuera-morrison-tournament]

TV shows, round 1 poll 4

No links for this one; I bought Tatau on Google Play and watched Frontier on Netflix

[theangelstaleaskblog]

Welcome!!

Hello everyone! Welcome to my ask blog for my TAT AU Characters!! Ask Ink, Dream, or Nightmare anything!! This is a bit of a rp blog as well, so feel free to ask or RP!! Head to my official account for more information on my characters and AU!!

@dontfeedmeaftermidnight

[ofmdtereomaori]

[sosefinamovie]

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[ogros-tattoo-punta-del-este-blog]

. . . . #tatuaje #tatau #tatuagem #tattoo #eletricink #eletricinkuruguay #eletricinkbrasil #dynamic #dynamiccolor #ez #ezcartridge #eztattooing #nanopen #penpop #uruguay🇺🇾 #uruguay #uruguaytattoo #uruguayink #maldonado #puntadeleste #pde (en Punta del Este en Uruguay) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpfYRy5gp25/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[dontfeedmeaftermidnight]

    Nightmare Headshot art + mini story

Here's a little story that I wrote with it! Kind of a reader pov, tell me how I did an if you enjoyed it!!

You were just walking peacefully in the City, when you were grabbed and pulled into an alleyway, with Poachers surrounding you. You could tell, because of the symbols seared into their bare shoulders. As a demon, you were still targeted by them, no beast, demon, or angelic being was safe from these humans. They weren't even allowed in the City! How did they get in?! You slowly back into the biggest one, a giant, burly man with a wicked face.

    "Look here, sweetheart, just come with us, an' we can all leave peacefully together. How's a weekly paycheck and a place to stay sound? "

    You knew what he really meant. Be a slave to him, and he would reward you. You, however, didn't want to go down like this.

    Not like this.

    "Sorry, I'm not becoming a prisoner today!"

    You shout, your hands glow with magic as you summon your blades and take a swing. You were never much of a fighter, but you weren't going to not fight this time. Your time away from practicing your blades hit you at full force as thean expertly grabs your wrist and knocks you into the ground, the blade scattering away from you. Taking the other you desperately attempt to slash, but that wrist was grabbed too, and the grip was so, so crushing. You drop that blade, too.

    You open your mouth to scream, when the man's face above you suddenly turns to shock. You blink as his grip loosens and he's lifted off of you, realizing that a silver diamond blade tip was pierced through his chest, and his side. Whoever had stabbed him was strong enough to sling the leading Poacher into the opposite wall, next to a dumpster. You look up at your savior, and you seem to recognize her. Her hair was cropped short, curling around her face, and outwards in the back. Her bright, angry red eyes glares from the man to his buddies, who snarl and draws their weaponry. The girl who's saved you, however, was faster. In a blink of an eye, one of the men chokes, and his headless body falls to the ground, his head rolling to stop in front of his friend's feet. The man looks around wildly, the girl had seemed to disappear. You hear another slash of those deadly swords, and he lets out a silent scream as he's- literally- cut in half, his body colliding to the ground in two pieces.

    You blink as the girl slides her swords back into their scabbards before they dissolve, then turns to you halfway and winks.

    "You okay there, darling?"

    You nod, then roll over to all fours to stand, stretching out your wings to help balance you as you get to your feet. As you face the girl, you falter. Her face was crossed with a look of sudden shock and sadness. Before, she was confident and quite the badass, but now she was nervous, and looked scared. You opened your mouth when you notice something that you hadn't before due to being on the ground. Her crown. Or, dare say, his crown. One you'd seen so many times when you were in hell. His Majesty. Your thankfulness suddenly turned to anger. Nightmare shies away, lowering his eyes to the ground.

    "I should... Ah... Leave..."

    You hear him mumble as he speed walks past you. No way, he wasn't getting away that easily. You spin around and grab his arm, yanking him back to face you. Your heart was pounding in your chest, that anger was threatening to bubble out-

    Then, you see his face so much more clearly. Once, it had been soft, and glowing, like a child's would. Now, he just looked... Exhausted. Dark bags hung under those wide, bright red orbs, and he looked so much more... Mortal. He didn't glow, like he had. As you slowly settle your anger, you remember that day the heavens and hell had fallen. You remember that... That thing that Nightmare had let into hell.

    Though, the more you looked back on it, the more sense everything was becoming. You remember how... Lonely the God had looked before it had showed up. Sure... He had his brother, and had friends, but you realize that they were almost always busy helping the two Gods with souls entering both Heaven and Hell. You remember how awkward he could be greeting his subjects, because that's all they saw him as. A ruler. None had never used his actual name, and you now recall how his ears would drop when he was addressed so formally, even by his friends.

    You also realize that the thing he had let in was the only one who didn't refer to him that way. It had probably tricked him. He was lonely, and it offered to be his friend.

   He's now looking away from you, his ears tilted down, and he flinches when you speak.

    "... Why did you let it in?"

    You had meant to be harsh, but it came out soft. His response confirmed your theory.

    "... I wanted a friend... To fit in."

    Your anger vanished. He didn't really have any of those, did he? You gently rub your hands against his arms for comfort, like you'd seen his brother do so many times when he was sad.

    " I... Was always so angry..." You whisper. "Now... Now I see."

    He looks at you, his face had softened into curiosity now. You give him a gentle smile, and bring him into a hug. He lets out a small squeak like a toy a dog would chew on. It was kind of cute. You feel him bring his arms around you, his body trembling, and you were now aware of the tears slowly streaming down your face. As you hear a soft, pitiful sob, you whisper to him.

    "... I forgive you, Nightmare."

    His breath hitches, and he suddenly starts bawling. You can't help but weakly chuckle. You hang on to him, waiting for him to calm down. You realize one more thing as you do. You'd expect him to smell like decay, or blood, or some other horrible smell, like, well... Death.

    He didn't.

    He smelled like lavender.

[rafaelmillertatuagem]

Segunda sessão do Thiago. Esse estilo de tatuagem que a maioria dos tatuadores correm haha da tá trabalho, demora demais, cansa...só quem gosta que faz mesmo hahaha . . . . . . #samoantattoo #tattoo #polynesiantattoo #tatau #maoritattoo #polynesian #samoa #samoan #tribaltattoo #tribal #maori #ink #art #tattoos #hawaii #freehand #marquesantattoo #freehandtattoo #inked #blackwork #polynesia #polynesiantattoos #tribaltattooers #tatatau #tongantattoo #tattooed #tattooartist #polynesianart #tatuagem #blackink (em Rafael Miller - Tatuagem) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cnxnbp_pSQb/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=