I speak in pictures but whisper in words, Boxed moments march where time is herded. Too bold for plain text, too still for a screen, I live where panels tell what happens between.

By definition I am soft, but with force I will swing my hammer strong.

With one end anchored fast in place, and one that's free to aim I transport vital substance with the goal to grow or tame A hobbyist will use me as they toil in the soil Professionals employ me to destroy that which destroys

You probably have two, and five or six more. Shakespeare frequently used five. The staircase in your home has one, as do some invertebrates. My non-American friends may have difficulty with one of these clues.

I'm attractive with bait, Tho you'll regret what you ate. Also Peter's foe, and Smee's boss. Take away my rank, and I'm at a loss.