Give me Mandalorians from the North area who do amazing things with shatualâ not just with the skin, but bones and antlers make into pieces of art. Masters of warmth, they know how to hid and how to survive the among the pine forests. Some in timber homes, other living with the land, in caves and in stone.
Give me Mandalorian smiths whose stylistic works vary from clan to clan. Craftsmen from all over the planet, masters of their local wood, each one  as beautiful and unique as the rest. Weavers whose dye choices, pigments and patterns too vary on clan and locationâ not one piece is ever alike.  Artists whose styles tell you what clan, what regioun you are from since no one artist works the same. Pots still made in clays and metals, that tell of history longer than most of the galaxy cares to admitâ they were the first children of Coruscant, and banished to the stars to find their new path.
Give me Mandalorian clans stuck living hand to mouth in the vast deserts post bombardment, each clan having their own natural signposts they follow, their own hidden wells, where oases become literal towns overnight and suddenly gone. Mandos whoâve learned the best tricks to conserve water, their under armor not unlike Fremen stillsuits.
Give me jungle dwelling Mandalorians, that live in the and with the trees, or live on the river, going wherever the current takes them. Seafaring, or island dwelling Mandos that live by the shore, navigating by boat to get where they need. Still fishing with spears and bone hooks, naturally woven nets. Decorated in shell and bone.
Nonhuman Mandalorians keeping the cultures of their homeworld, but blending with the culture into some really interesting blend that will only continue to change with each generation, but all the same the evolution of it is just as beautiful as itâs original concept.
Just give Mandalorians that go beyond the basic warrior culture base.
I was originally going to tagsplode all over this but the tags got too long
All this is awesome, and all I could think was, âwhat if cosplayers started working this into their armor?â So much of Mando cosplay relies on cliches like padawan braids to count coup, or scratch marks across the plates, or Taung decals. What if they replaced the old cliches with actual culture?
Mandos in the desert would wear stillsuits under their armor, and long cloaks to block out sand and sun. Theyâre herders; they paint their livestock on their armor. They braid bantha hair into elaborate bracelets; they paint complex geometric patterns on their armor.
Mandos by the sea wouldnât have scratch marks, theyâd have tooth marks and suction cup scars. They carry fishing line and fish hooks and paint moko on their armor. To count their coup, they hang shark teeth and fish scales from their belts.
Mandos in the north wear quilted jumpsuits with heating coils beneath their armor. They hang carved wooden charms from their pauldrons and entrenching tools at their belts to dig through snow. They paint their plates with woad.
Sure, beskar'gam and Mando'a unify Mandalorians, but instead of all reusing the same designs, what if cosplayers changed it up?
#âfettâ means âfarmerâ after all#get creative with the worldbuilding!#cosplay a fisherman whoâs never hunted bounty and only wears his armor on formal occasions#cosplay a weaver who shows off her wares on her armor#cosplay a politician who shows their conservative stance through their uber trad armor#cosplay a bounty hunter whoâs PROUD to have come from farmers#mandalorians#so salty at KT for so many things
Clan Rodarch is blue, you always know it whether it's the shades of the sky or almost green teal. The visors are sharp, often multiple pieces, like predatory eyes.
The stripes on their faces feel familiar to the lives they're in charge of.
Their knives tell a story of teeth, and panthers and long lost Illum.
The kamas are leather because fabric burns too easily, stamped and marked with arrowhead teeth patterns, stripes, broken moons.
They smell of firewood and incense, always with a warm cloak and some kind of an electro-baton to keep huge cats in line, heat or not.
Slughthrowers are just as good against energy shields which block vibroblades. Shock grenades confuse AI as well as a mind. Whips do the rest.
We don't fly because it's convenient, we fly because we can always take our beloved fire with us, against the cold only your cat can save you from...as long as you treat it with love.
Food has to be spicy, to wake up frostbitten fingers and numb faces...even if we no longer live in ice.
Our eyes reach the galaxy and you know it as well as you does your enemy.
Keep our teeth close, we don't bite which doesn't run.



















