Oh Yes

Omg that is super cute 

This is why Pixane is my number one fav ship

Oh yes's my queen

Pls Pixal Ninjago give me a chance

OMG @pixanefan This is awesome! I loved how you did the 15 sisters even though there was a lot to read, My favourite one might be Amaya and how she loves the ocean. At the moment I am drawing a picture of the 15 sisters (That I have created), Pixal and Zane sleeping around the campfire since they all went out camping I might show you that as well!

This is about P.I.X.A.L and her 15 sisters. I got the ideas from SassyNinja or Pixanelover so credits to her!

#1: Jin

-name means "gentleness"

-is kind

-will help anyone when needed

-is closer to Winnie

-likes spending time with Winnie

-admits the truth

#2: Winnie

-name means "peacemaker; gentle friend"

-wise

-kind

-agrees with Jin

-closer to Jin

-likes spending time with Jin

#3: Clover

-name meaning "meadow flower"

-loves nature

-loves discovering new things

-likes science

-is always positive

#4: Stacy

-sassy

-likes to flirt with Zane

-has gone on many dates before

-boy expert

-thinks about herself and nobody else

-does makeup

-claims to be the prettiest of the 15 sisters

#5: Aurora

-acts "evil"

-is smart

-experimental

-likes having short hair

-claims to be a scienctist

#6: Amaya

-name meaning "night rain"

-loves water

-swims during free time

-likes to talk to Nya

-has a crush on Zane

-loves Zane’s eyes because it reminds her of the ocean

#7: Lolana

-name meaning "soaring like a hawk"

-is a pilot

-tom-boy

-loves her siblings

-hates boys, but her dad, Cryptor, and anyone of P.I.X.A.L's friends

-is Lesbian

#8: Berry

-loves food

-fastest record to eat a bag if chips: 0.21

-sneaks food

-steals food from siblings

-gets along with cole

#9: Raven

-emo

-loves black

-pretends she hates her siblings

-plays with weapons

#10: Emily

-always getting in trouble

-gets along with Rebecca

-loves her family

-probably the 2nd least favorite

#11: Elna

-name meaning "creative"

-likes making stuff

-gets along with Jay

-once tried to make wings and took her 148 tries to make it

#12: Freya

-name meaning "goddess of love"

-kind to everyone

-shaved half of her head for a friend with cancer

-One P.I.X.A.L can always trust and talk to

#13: Venus

-name meaning "goddess of beauty"

-fights with Stacy because she thinks she is the prettiest

-wears makeup

-went on more dates then Stacy

-many claim she is more attractive then Stacy

-has a crush on Zane and flirts with him

-loves her sisters

-gives fashion advice

#14: Rebecca

-gettung into trouble all the time

-best friends with Emily

-doesn't know how she always gets in messes

-always hates when Cryptor takes too much care of her

-probably the least favorite

#15: Hashna

-name meaning "brave, strong, savior"

-saves everyone

-gets along with P.I.X.A.L pretty well

-saves Emily and Rebecca the most

-has a cape with the letter P on it for P.I.X.A.L

I hope you enjoyed this!

I love that

🤖💜 Borg Family Stimboard For @fakys !! 💜🤖

Omg that was so sad waaaaaaah and very cute at the same time I loved that

I Am Here (Pixane) (Ninjago Valentine’s Week - Day Six)

Day Six: Favorite Canon Ship

I’ve grown to be a huge sucker for Pixane, and, honestly, MotO put me in a huge Pixane mood, so my current favorite Ninjago ship is most definitely Pixane. This one isn’t sad necessarily, more of Hurt / Comfort. Also, I have literally never written for Pixal before, so there’s the possibility that this could be wildly out of character, but I tried! Speaking of, I headcanon that Zane actually gets irritated / angry extremely easily, but he’s able to keep it in his head and then let it cool down, so that kind of plays into this. But, um, yeah! Enjoy!

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(Takes place after The Fall)

It was safe to say that Pixal knew Zane better than most people, especially considering she had lived in his head for a few years.

She knew all of his doubts and fears, all of his darkest and most hidden inner thoughts. She knew about all of his quirks, all of his weird habits and strange behaviors. She knew each and every single gear, wire, or piece of Zane inside and out.

She also knew that he can have quite the temper. Especially when he’s upset.

As Zane angrily marched away from Lord Garmadon, Pixal knew immediately that she had to follow. She shot a glare at the Dark Lord for both his lack of empathy and the way he had stereotyped Zane, before retreating after him.

Zane had walked fast, far faster than she had expected, and by the time she had left the deck, she had lost him.

But, Pixal knew nearly everything about Zane, so she was nearly certain she knew where he was.

Her educated guess had proved to correct as she stepped into the ninja’s room and saw Zane sitting on Cole’s bed.

Her love’s eyes were closed, one arm propped on his knees so his head could rest in his hand, the other hand desperately clutching the black bed sheets. She stood in the doorway, observing him for a moment, before she ever so softly entered the room and closed the door.

He didn’t look up at her as she sat beside him and began to gently rub his back. A soft, pained, sigh fell from his lips, as she did so. It was then that she realized that he was crying.

“Zane,” she whispered, her fingers gracefully dancing across his back. “Are you o-”

“I am not okay, Pixal,” he snapped, remaining motionless as he spoke. “Cole is gone.”

“I am… sorry,” she said soothingly, choosing to ignore the harsh tone in his voice. “I have not spent as much time with him as you have, but I know he was a good person.”

A sob elicited from him then. “He was.”

“You know that… that I am here for you. I am here,” spoke Pixal uncertainly.

Zane took a deep breath before slowly opening his tired, sad, now tearless, eyes and gazing into hers. “I know, Pixal,” he replied. “I am sorry for lashing out at you. I just… I cannot stop thinking about him. That moment. He did not scream. He did not yell for us. He just fell.”

Pixal’s eyebrows furrowed with sadness as he spoke.

“He looked scared, Pixal,” he continued. “He looked terrified. And all I could do was watch him fall.” His eyes were filled with tears he was trying so desperately not to let fall once more.

And Pixal knew Zane. She knew him well enough to know how he was feeling, how he felt through that little he had expressed to her.

“This was not your fault, Zane,” she told him, removing her hand from his back and placing it over his hand that was now almost embedded into the bed. “There was nothing you could have done.”

“I am a nindroid, Pixal. I was built to protect those who cannot protect themselves. I have failed in protecting Cole,” argued Zane. “I just stood there and stared. I could not move. I could not think. All I could do was stand there.”

Pixal sighed, wrapping her fingers around his and squeezing gently. “You are mistaken. You just told Garmadon that you were not thinking logically, and you are not. Cole was on the ladder. You were on the ship. There is nothing you could have done to prevent this from happening,” she bluntly stated.

She made sure their eyes were locked before adding, “He is dead, but not because of you.”

That did it.

His tears began to fall as ugly sobs wracked his body. Pixal helped shift his position so they were laying across Cole’s bed, her back resting against the bed frame as Zane desperately clung to her. His head was pressed tightly against her shoulder, his hands and frame shaking.

She said nothing. She just held her love, rubbing her fingers on his palm, allowing his tears to fall onto her. A few of her own fell as well.

They stayed like that until Zane’s tears did not fall as violently, until he felt comfortable removing his face from her shoulder and allowing his head to fall there instead.

“Thank you,” he whispered to her, tilting his head upwards to kiss her cheek.

She smiled, allowing herself to slip down the frame until she was at completely laying down like Zane. She leaned in and pressed a kiss upon his lips. “I love you,” she said to him. “And I will always be here for you, my love.”

—-

I kind of wanted that t be longer but, too late, I suppose. I’ve been working on an annotated bibliography for my AP Literature class when I realized I hadn’t written this one yet and I still have twenty minutes left of the thirteenth, but this seemed like a good place to end it!

I hope you all enjoyed, because FSM knows Zane was (well, neither was anyone else) not okay after the fall. I mean, did you see the way he just stared at the darkness afterwards? In the shot right before Kai runs to the wheel he’s just… staring. He seemed like he couldn’t move and I wish we had gotten to see the group mourning more and, well, Pixal followed Zane so hurt / comfort fluff we never got!

Aww so cute, omg, omg, omg, so cute, omg, i love them, aaaaahh

more pixane cuz they’re literally the best

Hey Guys I am making a cosmetic bag or should I say Pixane cosmetic bag. Yeah so I will show the results at the end when I made this, so yeah I am such a pixane lover. Hope you have a great day ;)

That was beautiful :)

Whumptober Day 14: under pressure (crush injuries, force)

Oh shoot I haven’t hurt Zane much uhhhh *spits this out*

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Mountains of debris lay covering Zane, a huge metal beam leaving only his left arm and head uncovered.

The rest of him was entirely pinned.

He wasn’t entirely sure his legs were even intact or not: he couldn’t feel them at all. Hopefully he wouldn’t need new ones. Zane blinked, and his eyes lit the area he was in with a soft blue light. Without them it would’ve been pitch black.

He was glad he was the one who had run into the building while it was actively collapsing. He’d gotten the little boy and his mother out, and if he had hesitated a second longer they would be in the situation he now found himself in. They’d likely be paralyzed now, or even dead, and Zane would gladly take on such a fate in order to spare others from it. With his titanium body he would be okay, as long as he wasn’t crushed beyond repair which he wasn’t as of now (he hoped).

He began wriggling his torso, attempting to remove himself from his stony prison. If he could get himself free, then he could work on digging up and out. He pushed against the metal, and a twinge of pain ran up his side. Something creaked loudly above him, dust falling atop his head. Zane stilled and the creaking stopped.

It seemed the rubble was more precarious then he thought.

His communicator crackled with static, and Zane tried to turn his head in order to fix the reception. He had trouble twisting it, but managed to pick up some faint chatter.

“...ane...ane...opy?”

Zane then twisted his arm around and lightly twiddled with the communicator, wincing as it crackled loudly in his ear.

“...lo? Zane, Zane do you copy?”

He’d recognize that voice anywhere.

“Yes Pixal I copy.” he said with a cough. “My reception is spotty, so I may be cut off.”

Pixal sighed in relief. “Oh thank goodness. Zane we thought you had been completely crushed!”

Zane looked around the small pocket he was trapped in, then back at his pinned body. “...you are actually not that far off in your assumption.”

Pixal was silent for a moment. “Are you all right?”

Zane quickly took stock of himself. His head and left arm were undamaged, and while he couldn’t move his right, it was operable. His legs though...

“I’m stuck underneath a large portion of the building, and moving seems to make the whole thing shake.”

He heard a crackle from the line, then some muted conversation.

“Zane?” That was Lloyd now. “Can you see anything from where you are? Any light?”

Zane shook his head, then remembered they couldn’t see him. “No. I’m in total darkness. It is likely I’m several feet down.”

More muted talking.

“Okay. Just sit tight and we’ll work on finding you okay?”

“Roger.”

The radio went silent, and Zane turned his head towards the ceiling of his prison. It looked like multiple support beams stacked together, with large chunks of brick and stonework filling in the gaps. It seemed so tightly packed, he was surprised it shook so much when he moved. Perhaps if he turned at a different angle...

Zane twisted his chest, pushing at the metal with his free arm. It’s working! he thought with a burst of hope. He felt looser then he had mere moments ago, and the metal-

The beam he was bracing himself on shifted abruptly, and a loud groaning sound came from above. Suddenly building material was falling on top of him, hitting his face and arm with loud smacks.

“Zane! Zane what’s going-!”

The radio cut out, and all Zane could do was let himself be buried and desperately hope he hadn’t just doomed himself.

Eventually the rubble stopped falling, but Zane barely noticed. He was dented all over, and multiple systems were damaged, or down completely. One of his eyes had been shattered, and something in his arm was sparking.

He was now completely buried, and wherever he looked, he was met with only building remains. It’s a good thing I’m not claustrophobic,he thought somewhat hysterically.

Suddenly loud crackling sounded at his ear, and voices were once again filtering in.

“...it working again! Zane! Zane are you okay?”

That was... Jay?

He coughed. “My s-systems are heavily d-damaged... I am afraid-“ he coughed again. “... afraid I may s-shut down soon.“

Worried talking filtered faintly through the radio. “Zane?”

“Pi-ixal?”

“I’m here Zane, it’ll be okay. Just keep talking, we’re coming for you.”

Right. Talking. He could do that.

“Tell me about... about your falcon?”

Zane smiled faintly. “My falcon... I have not checked in with him in a v-very long time, but I’m confident he is happy, wherever he is.”

“Good, tell me how you met him again?”

And so it went. Pixal asking him questions she mostly knew the answers to, and Zane answering them, even as he was forced to shut more and more of himself down in order to prevent greater damage.

He cut off mid-sentence at one point, due to his vocal systems acting up. He didn’t have the energy to resume.

“Zane are you still there? We’ve figured out your location, it’ll only be a little while longer.”

“...”

“...Zane? Please answer.”

“Ppppppixal...“

“Zane?”

A large spark shot from his broken eye. He thought it almost looked light sunlight.

“Initiating emergency shutdown.” he whispered. He had no other choice.

“Zane wait, I can see you!”

Shouting echoed above him, and Zane heard metal creak. Sunlight suddenly poured onto his face, bright and golden, and he heard footsteps run up.

“I’ve got you Zane.” a voice said, and he saw warm green eyes right as his own closed.

I thought you might appreciate my favorite Pixane headcanon: Zane is right-handed and Pix is left-handed so at meals she'll always sit on his left so they can hold hands while they eat.

Awwh! That is such an adorable and cute headcanon, You made my day literally! Thank You, Sweetie!

10 Years Of Pixal

January 29th 2014 - January 29th 2024