You’ve reached 3Pitbull Studio.
Where fandom meets filament.
Please enjoy your stay—questionably supervised by dogs and occasionally interrupted by a printer jam.
Yes, this is a real business.
No, we don’t know how that happened either.
Unlock your full potential and transform your life…or at least unlock some cool 3D printed nerd shi—stuff. Powered by chaos, Mario Kart throw downs, and way too much caffeine. .

About
Welcome to 3Pitbull Studio- just two married nerds trying to figure out this whole “business” thing one print at a time.
We’re named for the real bosses behind the scenes: two snoring, fart-prone pitbulls and one absolute legend we lost a couple of years ago but still think about daily (usually when the others get in the garbage or someone drops a snack). We loved her then, we love her now, and yes- she’s the reason this whole weird, nerdy, pitbull-fueled empire exists. The logo, the website, the name? All inspired by her. We’re just trying to do her proud (and stay out of the trash).
We’re a family-owned micro studio with a shared love for Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, Marvel, DC, Harry Potter (…okay, this one is mostly the wife), Warhammer 40k, and video games from the golden age of cartridge blowing and pixelated glory- when graphics came in blocks and blowing into cartridges was a legit technical skill. We’ve got an unhealthy nostalgia for Nintendo 64 era and everything before it, one could say. But don’t. I already know my age.
We still throw down in Mario Kart to this day- he weaponizes bananas (yes, I did sing Hollaback Girl to spell that- no judging! You all do it too!) and I send red and blue shells flying with ruthless glee. As the great Princess Bride taught us, “Mawwiage is wut bwings us togevah,” so tweasure your wuv.. by spinning them out with bananas or tanking them with shells. All’s fair in love and war…and the violent politics of Mario Kart.
We print the stuff we like: things inspired by those fandoms, mixed with a healthy dose of “what if we made this…but cooler?” What started as a hobby turned into a passion for creating fun, functional, and occasionally ridiculous 3D prints- from weighted AirPod Max chargers that don’t fly across the desk to custom skull-Vader mashups you’re definitely not finding at your local big box store. We also take on custom prints– your original ideas, fandom files, or your 3am intrusive thoughts that sound insane but actually kinda slap (I’m told that’s what the kids say). Want something inspired by your favorites? We love that for you. Seriously. You provide the STL file and acknowledge that all legal responsibility for said fan-made creation is yours. We’re basically the underpaid interns of this operation- unsupervised, underqualified, but somehow still making it happen. Officially, we’re managed by pitbulls. Unofficially, they’re the real Regional Managers. Please don’t ask us to design anything that’ll summon the Nazgûl, land us in Azkaban, or- worst of all- get us a visit from Prison Mike. Because the worst thing about Azkaban…was the Dementors. They were everywhere. No one talks about that enough.
We may not know exactly what we’re doing- but we do it with style, sarcasm, and a lot of trial and error. What we do know is that we love geeking out over cool designs, turning ideas into reality, and building a space where fellow fans, collectors, and curious scrollers can find something a little different. If you’re into nerdy stuff, dry humor, or just want to see what two humans and a trio of pitbull-shaped chaos can cook up with a 3D printer and too much caffeine (…again, the wife. It’s like drinking jet fuel in coffee form), or just want to support two people who once said “How hard can it be?”..and are now very much finding out, you’re in the right place.
Thanks for stopping by to our corner of the internets. We’re glad you’re here.
The dogs approve. Probably.
You must provide some form of cheese as tribute if you really want them to like you..
If you don’t have cheese: right to jail.
If you steal cheese: also right to jail.
No cheese at all? Screaming “I DECLARE BANKRUPTCY” at the top of your lungs works too.