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🎯3DS GRAPHICS PT. 2🕹️

Here’s more :D

🎮Free to use | Part one

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i will forever be angry about the pringles logo redesign. they fucking scalped him

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Bananas are 4011. If there's anything I’ve learned from a grocery store, It’s that Navel oranges are 4012. It’s that we talk about football and Mr. Smith has got his money on the eagles, because Jalen Hurts needs a win. It’s that little girls will hand you all the cash they have for a pack of bubble gum, and their mothers teach them to apologize and drop quarters, snatching back change. Sometimes when I have to pick up carts from outside, there's a rainbow. Once it was night, there was a clap of thunder followed by a big downpour of rain. All I could do was laugh. Grief pulls ladies through an express lane with her buggy full of groceries, I take them anyway. Her son is dead, I explained to my manager, she said she thought she saw him in the chip aisle. I once guessed an apple number: 3243, Gala. Old ladies will blush if you compliment their outfits. They’ll tell you that this yellow knit sweater is older than you, darling. They’ll pat you on the hand when you hand them the receipt.

If there’s anything I’ve learned from a grocery store, It’s that love permeates all. When the families come in for their Sunday chicken, we speak about missing eggs and Wholefoods, who surely would have a better supply. About how our months are going, Lord knows they only move too fast or too slow. Never a happy medium. I picked up Wednesdays and met the worn-down crowd. Scrub donning women, and the abrasive orange of construction workers. Dirty money passed down and out: how would you like that $20 back? The holiday rush. The southern woman who told me near tears, she would rather answer to God than her elderly mama. The engagements, the apology flowers. Fumbling teenage boys who leave their cards in the machines, so quick to move on to the next thing, the next person, next place. The god awful music! The chocolate bars and pamphlets on christianity I get from old men. The ache in my soles, my cracked hands. It’s all romantic in a sense. A convergence of humanity in its purest form. United sweetly through raw meat and bread. Through standing in queues, commenting on cake and 3 for $12 flowers out of boredom. Through the exhale of seeing familiar faces, little crowds forming by the pharmacy--enthralled with the sudden clashing of separated lives. It’s all quite beautiful, really. For me though. Sweet potatoes are 4091. I’m just here to witness it all. Beep! How are you? Beep! Your total is, Beep! I love you, I’ll never see you again.

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self indulgent moodboard

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I was showing my coworker a video of a bug and I accidentally flashed this photo 💀

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Mydeimos titties.

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Just want to feel wanted once in my life

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Pure, anadultered, all-consuming Kinich brainrot.

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Have you tried an Ororon mood board?

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Scara if you haven't yet :3

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Baizhu mood board? Or have you already done one?

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Kinich moodboard (it’s 6am and I haven’t slept)