#ler!pixal

[bigdreamerpeach]

How about lee!zane and lee!pixal when they tickle each other at the same time

Here... i draw it like this

[superninjagogirl]

# Tickle Fun for zane

*In this light-hearted fanfic, Pixal tries to cheer up Zane, who has been feeling a bit down lately. A playful tickling session brings laughter back to their day.*

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It was a quiet afternoon in Ninjago, and the usually energetic team was scattered across the monastery. Zane sat alone in the training room, staring out the window. He had been feeling a bit off lately, lost in thoughts that seemed to weigh heavily on him. His friends noticed his unusual silence, but they were unsure how to help him.

Pixal, his caring girlfriend, couldn't stand seeing him like this. She knew Zane well, and while he often appeared calm and composed, he had a playful side that she loved. With a bright idea in her mind, she tiptoed into the training room, a soft smile on her face.

“Hey, Zane,” she said gently, sitting down beside him. “What’s on your mind?”

Zane turned to her, his blue eyes glimmering but still holding a hint of sadness. “I’ve just been thinking a lot about my purpose and how I can be more helpful to everyone,” he replied quietly.

Pixal felt a pang of sympathy in her heart. She knew Zane had a strong sense of duty, but she also understood that sometimes he just needed a little fun to lift his spirits. “How about a distraction?” she suggested, her voice playful. “I have an idea!”

Before Zane could respond, Pixal swiftly tickled his sides, her fingers dancing lightly against his torso. Surprised, Zane burst into laughter, a sound that felt like music to Pixal’s ears. “Pixal! What are you doing?” he exclaimed between giggles, trying to squirm away from her playful grasp.

“Just trying to remind you to smile!” she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She continued her tickling attack, moving to his ribs, which were a particularly ticklish spot for him. Zane’s laughter filled the room, and for a moment, all his worries seemed to fade away.

“Okay, okay! You win!” Zane finally managed to say, still chuckling as he raised his hands in surrender. Pixal slowed down, but she couldn’t help but tease him a little more. “I thought you were supposed to be a master ninja! Can’t handle a little tickling?”

Zane smiled, the warmth returning to his expression. “Not when it comes to you, Pixal. You always know how to get to me.”

“Good! Because I want to see that smile more often,” she replied, her heart swelling with happiness. She leaned in closer to him, wrapping her arms around him in a comforting hug.

As they sat together, Zane realized how much he appreciated Pixal’s efforts to cheer him up. The laughter and joy they shared reminded him that it was okay to take a break and just enjoy the moment.

“Thank you, Pixal,” he said softly, pulling back to look into her eyes. “You always know how to make me feel better.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” she replied with a grin. “Now, how about we head outside and join the others? I think they could use a little fun too!”

With that, Zane stood up, his spirits lifted, ready to face the day. He took Pixal’s hand, and together, they headed out to join their friends, laughter echoing behind them.

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*In the end, a little laughter and affection can go a long way in lifting someone’s spirits, especially when shared with someone special.*

[nataliewritez]

Cackly Cords || Ninjago Tk Fic

A/N: aaaa thank the amazing @jettorii for collabing with me!! this is my first ever collab, and it was insanely fun!! hope you enjoy!!♡

collab right here

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"Zane, stay still, I need too make sure your circuits aren't fried!" Pixal said, sighing as she looked up to see her boyfriend near the ceiling like a cartoon cat, "Or you could do that also.." She huffed.

Zane was usually really laid back and really good when it came to examinations... as a human, but ever since he became a cyborg, the examinations got a little more hectic.

"I promise to make it quick, Zanny!" Pixal swore, only to frown as her now stubborn boyfriend refused too leave his hiding spot. She tried all the best solutions to bring him down, yet he continued to deny her any agreement to come down for his appointment.

"Fine then, I'll just go." She said, walking out the room, Zane thought he had been victorious, but little did he know the trick she had up her sleeve. As Pixal had walked out, she had gone up and asked if anyone could help her get Zane too take his appointment, and with that, she had back-up.

As Zane hopped down in his false victory, he didn't expect for Cole to have tackled him, this caught the ice ninja off guard completely, "Gotcha now buddy! You know it's not good to skip appointments!" Cole said with a slightly amused tone to his voice.

"Cole, let go! You don't understand!" Zane panicked as he tried to pry his fellow spinjitsu friend to release him, only to gasp as Pixal emerged infront of him, "It's okay, Zane, it'll be quick." She said as she plopped her gloves on, makingthe ice ninja squirm more.

"C-Cole! I think I would prefer if you'd let me go!" Zane said in a panic, his feet kicking around as he thrashed in his friend's hold to no avail, his face flushing as Cole grinned, "What? I can't hear you over your nonsense!" He smirked, chuckling as his friend whined.

Zane turned his attention back too Pixal as she inched closer, "S-Stay back you fiend!" He said, making her roll her eye's playfully, as she cleared her throat, "Work with me, love." As she went towards him, she smiled, "Now, for the first procedure I'll-"

"GYAHAHAH!?"

"Oh right, you're really ticklish here, ahem, as I was saying." She held back a smirk as she had squeezed and prodded around at his side's for any loose wires or any signs of danger, as she then looked up and giggled as she saw Cole sneakily blow against his friend's ear. "Cole, stop messing with him, you know how sensitive he is." She chuckled, Cole playfully pouting, "Party pooper." He muffled, making Pixal roll her eye's again as she kept up at Zane's side's, before crawling up to his ribs, making him hitch and mix some static in with his laughter. "Gahahahah! P-Pixal, hurry uhuhup! I c-cahan't tahake this!" Zane whined out.

"Funny, you didn't ask me too stop tho-"

"PIHIHIXAL!"

"Okay okay!" She laughed, as she quickly finished up with the area, gping down and checking his stomach, "You could've broken some gears by how hard you're laughing." She teased, placing a kiss on his neck, making him snort, as she then heard a raddle in his stomach, "PIHIHIXAL STOHOHOP!" He said, as he immediately fell too the ground as Pixal and Cole let go, the two high fiving, "See Zane? You had some loose gears, without your appointments you could get worse!" She scolded, flicking his forehead as he rubbed the area.

"I guess your right.." He said, smiling as he and Pixal exchanged kisses on the cheek. "Good boy." She praised, hopefully now Zane would know appointments weren't so bad.

[jamjuice04]

Hey lols, i love your fics!

but um, could you make a Lee!Zane and possibly ler!pixal fic??

if you dont want to feel free to just ignore this ask ;>

Thank you so much!! And of course I can, here you go ^^ Apologies on taking so long!

NSFW please DNI

“Zane, what are you hiding?” P.I.X.A.L. asked, putting her hands on her hips.

The nindroid glanced back at here, face neutral, the picture of innocence. “I am not hiding anything from you.”

“I was inside your head for years, I know when you’re hiding something,” P.I.X.A.L. said. “What is it? You know you can trust me.” She settled a hand on Zane’s shoulder, squeezing gently.

Zane sighed softly and turned to face her. He slipped part of his gi open, revealing the plate in his chest had been dented and damaged. “I was attempting to fix it myself,” he said after a few seconds.

“Is the damage internal?” P.I.X.A.L. asked, eyeing over the twisted metal. He wasn’t wincing, but he had an extremely high pain tolerance. And a stubbornness to hide his own wounds.

“I didn’t want to worry you,” Zane said. “And no, it’s just a few dents in the panel.”

“Are you certain?” P.I.X.A.L. asked. “If anything happened to you…”

“I wouldn’t lie if my wounds were severe,” Zane said, settling his forehead against hers. “I feel the same concern for you.”

P.I.X.A.L. silently doubted his first statement, and motioned for him to sit down. “It will be hard for you to repair yourself with your head and arms at that angle. You will need my help.”

Zane did as she said, and shrugged off the top of his gi. “Thank you. It has been difficult.” He watched her move around the room, collecting tools to begin. “…I’m sorry for worrying you.”

“I’m not angry,” P.I.X.A.L. said, settling a toolbox next to him. “I just wish you would accept help a bit easier. We would all be destroyed if anything happened to you. Again.”

Zane chuckled softly and wryly, something he didn’t often do. “I will keep that in mind.”

“Even for mild wounds like this one?” P.I.X.A.L. asked, pulling out the first of many dents. When Zane didn’t respond, she looked up at him. “Zane.”

“You and the others have your own wounds to focus on,” Zane protested softly. He didn’t so much as flinch as she pulled out another dent. “I want you to focus on repairing yourself first.”

“We will,” P.I.X.A.L. said. “But we need to take stock of injuries. All injuries.”

“You have a habit of hiding yours as well,” Zane reminded her.

P.I.X.A.L. shook her head, unable to resist a smile. “We are both hopeless.”

Zane chuckled, watching her finish pulling out the dents. “Yes, I suppose we are.”

They settled into a comfortable silence as the samurai worked on easing the hinges of his chest panel open, testing them to make sure they functioned properly. When she was satisfied, P.I.X.A.L. got to work on ensuring the panel was smooth and lined up with his chest cavity properly so that it wouldn’t have any trouble opening. As she worked, she noticed Zane got fidgety when she moved the panel, or when she braced her hand on his side to steady her work.

The panel closed smoothly, and the damage was clear. “Do you feel any more pain?” P.I.X.A.L. asked.

“No,” Zane said. “Just tender.”

“I see.” P.I.X.A.L. sat next to him on the bench. “I would like to reiterate my question. Will you report your injuries, even mild ones?”

Zane avoided her gaze, choosing to look over the array of tools next to him instead. “They are unimportant if I can repair them.”

He jumped a mile as cool fingers skimmed across his sides. Normally he could easily contain his reactions, but the repair had left his sensors on high. “Does this change your answer?” P.I.X.A.L. asked, a hint of mischievousness in her voice.

“No,” Zane said, beginning to scoot away. It was bearable. For now. “I do not wish to burden any of you, least of all when you’re wounded.”

“You aren’t burdening anyone,” P.I.X.A.L. said, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him closer. Her fingers skittered across his stomach, and this time he couldn’t pull away. “I am not sure where you got that idea, but I intend to tickle it out of you.”

“Pihih-P.I.X.A.L., this is unnecessary-!” Zane giggled, trying to pull away.

“Disagreed. It is very necessary,” P.I.X.A.L. said, at him. Zane slid down her, trying to escape by sliding off the bench. Instead, he ended up in her lap with his torso very much exposed. P.I.X.A.L. pounced without mercy, tickling up and down his sides and following seams down his stomach. Zane burst into laughter, wriggling and trying to catch her hands.

“I was unaware you were this sensitive,” P.I.X.A.L. teased. “Perhaps I should have done a more in-depth diagnostics check to ensure you weren’t malfunctioning.”

“Noahaha, Pihihxal!” Zane tried to turn onto his side, which resulted in the tickling doubling on the side he exposed. He could hardly even curl up to protect himself.

“I will lay out the reasoning for why this is happening and how to make it stop,” P.I.X.A.L. said. She spidered up his ribs and scratched gently at his underarms. Zane clamped his arms down, giggling hysterically. “You are not a burden, and you are expected to tell us of your injuries. All of them, even mild ones. Agree to these terms, and I will let you go.”

“There ahahare- there are many loopholes in thahat plahahan!” Zane yelped. P.I.X.A.L. focused on a few seams criss-crossing his sides, digging into them gently. She knew from experience - both hers and his - that it was more sensitive that the metal on the surface. She was rewarded with louder laughter.

“I am aware, and I expect you to not take any of them,” P.I.X.A.L. said. “We all care very much about your well-being.”

Zane turned onto his stomach, giggling as the samurai’s fingers raced down his back and scribbled over his sides. “Ihihihi am peherfectly capable of repahahahairing myself!”

“It seems you need more convincing,” P.I.X.A.L. said. She grabbed Zane around the chest, flipping him onto his back again. “Prepare for stronger counter-measures. You said this area was tender, yes?” Ever so carefully, she began tickling along his upper ribs, following them around to the front of his body. Or more rather, over the panel.

It tickled more than Zane expected it to. His upper torso wasn’t the most ticklish, but it seemed it was for now. Zane bucked in the samurai’s arms, beginning to laugh hard enough to shake, but her grip was too strong to escape from. P.I.X.A.L. clawed gently at the seams around the panel, throwing the nindroid into a fit of hysterics.

“PIHIHIHIXAL PLEHEHEHAHASE!”

“Do you agree that we all care for you?” P.I.X.A.L. asked, fingers slowing just enough that Zane could speak without losing his mind.

“YeheheheHEhes! Ahahahas do I!”

Her fingertips danced over his upper ribs. “And do you understand that you are not, have never been, and never will be a burden?”

Zane wriggled, catching one of her wrists but being unable to do much more than squeal as it drilled into his side. “I- Yehehes!”

P.I.X.A.L. pulled back just long enough to launch a second attack on the panel, focusing on the seams and making him shriek with laughter. “And will you tell us about your injuries from now on, no matter how small?”

“YEHEHES! AHAHAHAHA, PLEHEHEASE!”

The samurai’s hands slowed until they were settled calmly on top of his stomach. Zane panted, turning toward her to wrap his arms around her. “Ihihihi- I am still sorry for worrying you.”

“It’s alright,” P.I.X.A.L. said, stroking his head. “You’re still here. Just remember that you do not need to suffer in silence.”

“I will,” Zane said, closing his eyes. “…thank you, P.I.X.A.L. For reminding me.”

[an0ma1y-d0ma1y]

Nice picture of cole tickling kai can you do a picture when pixal fixes zane with a welding troch and it tickles him?

Ok so I don’t have a drawing of Pixal tickling Zane with a welding torch but I do have a Lee!zane Ler!pixal drawing eat up

yum

[sleepysheepytea]

CANT BELIEVE YOU LIKE NINJAGO HADHSUHAHA finally someone in the t-word community that also likes it! Also, your art is SO PRETTY! Could you maybe draw Lee!Jay with Ler!Cole or Lee!zane with Ler!pixal/ ler!jay?

eeeee thank you!!

i decided to do the last one dsfjkjfhfhsfs everytime i see pixal i wanna cry cuz she's so honkin cute and wholesome im melting

[whosesta]

Hey can yoy make a story when pixal was fixing zane and it tickles him

helloo!!! thank you so much for the request!! i hope you enjoy it !!

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The four Ninjas are on a mission, but Zane wasn't, yesterday he was on a mission but he got,, hurt? He needs some repairs.

The female nindroid was screwing and fixing stuff by Zane's stomach, though, she did not know what nindroids can be ticklish, she thought.

Every time when Pixal screwed on *that* spot, Zane squealed. She thought it just hurted. "Zane? Is it hurting you?" "N-no it's not. It just feels a little... ticklish" Zane tried not to squeal again.

Pixal kept screwing and fixing on that spot, just to be a little tease. "PihiHiXahAl!" Zane squealed and giggled, trying not to squirm away. "Zane, I did not know that you could be ticklish." Pixal said, giggling a bit.

She decided to stop to repair him and just to tickle him. "Have you always been ticklish?" Pixal kept teasing him about it, Zane trying to not to squirm, even though he was laughing his butt off. "PIHIHIxiahaHAL! STAHAhAp!" "Just a little more. You still need some fixing here."

After a few minutes of laughter and repairing, she stopped. "You're all done now." "..d-did you just wanted to tickle me?..." Zane said while trying to control his giggles.

"Yes, I did. But you're fixed, aren't you?" Pixal said, looking at the place she fixed.

"Sigh. Yes I am.." , later on that day, Zane got her back, even though he doesn't know if she's ticklish or not.

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im so sorry if this is a bit out of character, im feeling a bit down 😭

[bigdreamerpeach]

Please do lee!zane and pixal together it's good to have a couple laugh together 😁

Robot tickle fight x3