#hammerstrike

[lisoundy]

[found it on Pinterest with no source; tried to find the source with Google, but no success.]

I have already asked for the real source on the original post on Pinterest. Let's hope someone answers.

[transingthoseformers]

My idea for Saberhorn's main crew. There would be other minion types but these would be the ones with personalties. Saberhorn: Rhino Beetle

Brimstone: Pteranodon

Scylla: Squid

Hammerstrike: Hammerhead Shark

Thermidor: Lobster

Rockhopper: Rockhopper Penguin

Eclipse: Rabbit

Ooo okay okay, it'd be interesting to see how some of these personalities clash

[fandom-go-round]

Hello. Can I request Scattershot (G1), Hammerstrike (Robots in Disguise), Hot Rod and Dead End (both from Cyberverse) with kind-hearted and open-minded human S/O?

Scattershot:

Scattershot knows that he’s a hot head and a force to reconned with, others know it too. That’s why most people are surprised the two of you are together. You’re polar opposites; you’re always very polite to everyone and go out of your way to help. Scattershot isn’t unhelpful but it defiantly isn’t his first thought going into a situation. He does admire you for it and it’s one of the reasons he started to fall for you in the first place.

You have a habit of humming while you do things and Scattshot loves it. Folding laundry, gardening; whatever it is Scattershot does his best to be there and listen. It’s nice to have something in his life that isn’t fighting and shooting, even if he loves those things too. You’re a breath of fresh air and the thought of you makes him fight twice as hard.

For the rare moments he does want to talk about something serious, you’re there to listen. Scattershot never feels stupid when he talks to you (of course he’s not) but it also helps you’re so willing to learn about other positions. In general, you’re a pacifist and Scattershot likes to smash heads but there’s common ground to be had. He likes talking with you about anything and everything.

Hammerstrike:

Hammerstrike doesn’t like anything on land. Point blank period. At least that’s how he feels about 99% of Earth. You’re the one exception. You’re the prize gem in his collection and he’ll do anything to make you happy. No ask is too large or strange. You would never ask for anything too extravagant but that just makes you more loveable in his eyes. Please ask him to kill for you. Please?

He loves to swim with you, even if you’re not designed for the water. If you don’t know how he’ll hold you close, enjoying the way you cling to him. If you enjoy swimming he’ll ‘race’ you around, laughing and showing off with flips. The best thing to do is just float together, letting the water carry you.

As kind as you are, sometimes he wishes that you’d be firmer. Hammerstrike doesn’t want you taken advantage of and he knows humans and mechs alike can be deceiving. You’ve told him time and time again that people are good but Hammerstrike is too jaded. That doesn’t mean he wants you to stop, oh of course not. But it does mean he watches extra close when you talk to someone new for the first time. No one is going to hurt his little starfish.

Hot Rod:

Hot Rod loves to show off for you. He doesn’t really need an excuse but he feels even better if you’re watching and cheer him on. Other bots will scold him about putting you in danger but he would never do that. Stunts are only for when you’re outside and a safe distance away. If you want to ride with him he’ll speed but not much more than that unless there’s danger. He wants you safe and sound more than anything.

He can get a little jealous of how kind you are to other people, even if he knows that you don’t mean anything by it. He just likes having all of your attention all of the time; like a spoiled cat. Reassure him that he’s your favorite and he’ll calm down. He knows that you love him and it’s easy to see by the way you smile at him.

Hot Rod is a mech who has bad days and most people don’t notice. He’s full of hot air and brushes off attempts of others to ask him what’s wrong. He always caves to you though; get him alone in his hub suite and he’ll tell you everything. Let him curl up in your lap (as much as he can) and pet his helm. You always take such good care of him; he only hopes that he helps you as much as you help him.

Dead End:

He feels really lucky that you’re his significant other, even if he doesn’t think it’s going to last. You’re so sweet and kind and cute, he’s afraid one of the other Decepticons will snatch you right up. He loves to hear that he’s your favorite but please, only in your hub suite. He’d die is you said it in front of Astrotrain. You also give him a talk about not mentioning someone stealing you, it might give them ideas. Dead End agrees and only says those things inside his head now.

Dead End actually really loves planning dates, even if they stress him out. He’s never going to think they’re good enough but he likes putting effort in for you. You always love going on dates and snuggling close to him, he can’t resist making those moments happen. It can be distracting from his duties so they might be secret dates but it shows how much he really cares about you.

The only time he doesn’t automatically run from a fight is if you’re in danger. Normally he would do his best to leave but he would never abandon you. It’s led to a couple of times where he dives into the fray and actually kicks some serious butt. If you gush about how cool he was, he’ll scoff and try to minimize his actions. Dead End secretly loves it if you call him your hero but please only tell him, he does have an image to maintain after all.

[literally-just-there]

Seeker : *sees Hammerstrike and Smallcat* Hi dad :) Hammerstrike and Smallcat : ??? Which one of us are you talking to ??? Seeker : Yes :)

Happy Fathers' Day !! 💜💜💜

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[thievinghippo]

I'm slowly working on my BG3 OC page, which means I will be running the ship opening scene 10 million times to get screenshots

First up? Pearth! A Duergar who will romance Shadowheart

Their meet cute? Not so cute. Reader, I almost lost it from laughing

But have no fear! For Pearth is a barbarian and basically decided to open the pod with her bare hands

And she and Shadowheart lived happily ever after

[arsene-fixates]

HE LITERALLY SAVED MY ASS

[snugglyporos]

// oh, the reason there's so much crime in my fort is that my dungeon master was planning on a coup

so when I interviewed him he confessed to like, plotting a dozen murders

[dungeon-strugglers]

✨New item!✨ Hammerstrike  Weapon (maul), rare (requires attunement)

This weighty maul is cast entirely of platinum and meticulously engraved with heroic scenes from Hammond Hammerstrike I’s past. You gain a +1 to attack and damage rolls made with this magic weapon. In darkness, the head of this hammer glows a brilliant silvery light, creating bright light in a 30-foot radius and dim light for an additional 30 feet. While the hammer is glowing, the engravings on its surface animate and act out scenes of mining, exploration, and battle.

Aura of Leadership. As an action, you can hold the hammer aloft to emit a 30-foot aura of emboldening radiance. Up to 6 creatures of your choice (including yourself) within the aura gain one Leadership die each, a d8. Within the next 10 minutes, a creature can roll their Leadership die and add the number rolled to any ability check, attack roll, or saving throw it makes. Each time a Leadership die is rolled, it decreases by one size (from a d8 to a d6 to a d4). Once a d4 Leadership die is rolled, it is lost. After this property of the hammer has been used, it cannot be used again until the next dawn.

The eponymous weapon of Lord Hammond Hammerstrike, and a treasured family heirloom. Recognized far and wide as the heraldic symbol of Sheercliff and the town’s once-mighty influence over the platinum trade. Cast of pure platinum by the town’s founder, Hammond Hammerstrike I. In the hands of its rightful owner, or one of his descendants, it is a formidable weapon; enchanted to guard the wielder and crush the skulls of those who oppose the ascendancy of the Hammerstrike dynasty. - 🖌🎨 Like our work? Consider supporting us on Patreon and gain access to the hi-resolution art for over 200 magic items, printable item cards and card packs, beautiful creature art and stat blocks, and setting pdfs with narrative hooks and unique lore!🧙‍♂️ Thank you so much for your support! 💖

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[grantgfan]

extra more of the decepticons that the genie team faced in season 5

Hammer

Anvil

Nightstrike

Scowl

Weirdwolf

lord zarak

Scorponok

zizza

PolarClaw

Malodor

torpor

Simacore

Axiom

Theorem

Hammerstrike

[lunarfeat21]

I HAVE ARRI-

*Instantly crashes down onto the floor*

OPINIONS ON THE RID2015 DECEPTICONS, INCLUDING THE INSECTICONS, NOW. Oki goodbye :]

*Runs away like a gremlin*

*waves* Come back at any time!!!

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Alright peeps [cracks fingers and knuckles], my overview opinions on Rid2015 ‘Cons:

Love each of their wacky designs, whether animal like or not (vehicons and insecticons included!). There’s a variety among them: bipedal, quarpedal, or to straight up slither like a snake. That right there is diversity! Plus we got some badass femmes!

Whether they be flyers, crawlers, grounders, or troublesome cyclones. Some have fire power, toxins, sub sonics, hypnotics, strength, etc.,

Each has their own way of speaking: rough, noir-like, gamer lingo, militia, posh, normal, or nonsense. More colorful than TF:Prime’s Decepticons (sorry tfp, my beloved), marking them more distinguishable. So much going on that I love about them!

When I checked out to remember their debut, they made me feel in a certain way, some made me laugh, others made me awe-strucked, and a few made me chill to the core when looking back to a particular episode. (Simacore, why the fuck did you (allegedly) murdered your minicons to make essentially zombie clone versions? Yo Steeljaw, why did you slaughter that Sharkticon if the rumors are true? Then where’s the evidence?)

What I don’t like, however, that when I go to tfwiki, didn’t have a list for one-time rogue Decepticons (like Zizza, Hammerstrike, Flich, Vertebreak, etc.) or Starscream’s henchmen on the Decepticon section (though I’m puzzled about RoughEdge and Nightra, but that’s another time).

Not to mention that weird amardillo commando Stockade, I don't really see why he had any substance to the show, yet again some episodes are side quests (like s2 & 3 in Prime). I genuinely don't like him at all...

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That’s my opinion on Rid2015 Decepticons, and I hope I did justice to this!

 (After this, I’ll group the Decepticons based on personalities and that’s gonna be fun!)

[foibles-fables]

"You don't have to be alone." Jessie/Mase 👉👈

writing this one in one sitting no editing too as a surprise for you <3 enjoy please

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Mase comes awake like the pull of a loose trigger, hollering her fear into the thick bayou air.

For a wrenching moment, that fear gives way to panic. Everything lurches. Everything echoes. Eyes wide but seeing nothing, she gasps against the weight coiled in her chest and clenches her fists until her knuckles crack. And that's all she can do. Lie there all helpless and scared until the hammerstrike of her heartbeat eases enough for everything to spiral back into place.

When it does, it takes the fear but leaves the shame. This, again and again. Waking up screaming like a goddamn child, sweating through her clothes and rubbing at her salt-burning eyes.

Maybe it wouldn't be so pathetic if she could actually remember what had frightened her so. The edge of a knife, the cold barrel of a pistol, or her mother's face. Mase lets out a wavering, agitated sigh, glaring at the canvas of her A-frame and reaching for the pack of cigarettes waiting beside her bedroll.

By the time she gets one between her lips, a voice cuts of the insects droning through the humid night.

"Mase?" Sleep-slurred, but clear, adjacent to the opening of her tent.

Shit.

"It's nothin', Jessie," she all but growls around the cigarette, digging into her pocket for her matches. Doesn't matter anyway. Her hands are shaking too bad to strike one.

"Didn't sound like nothin'." A pause, then, more softly: "Another nightmare?"

Mase feels herself cringe up. "Just--a dream."

In the lingering quiet, Mase almost could be convinced that Jessie turned over and went right back to sleep. And part of her hopes for that. Another part--the part she can't figure out how to reach out and grab--hopes for exactly what she gets.

Jessie, groggy and slumber-soft, dragging her bedroll into Mase's tent.

"You don't have to do this, Jessie," Mase mumbles, already shifting aside to make room.

Jessie ignores her. Spreads her bedroll, then plucks the cigarette from Mase's mouth and flicks it away. Smiles, eyes half-lidded. "And you don't have to be alone."

Without further invitation or negotiation, she lies down, arm outstretched to beckon Mase in.

Mase waits until Jessie closes her eyes. Then she curls against her side, head resting on her chest, slipping back under counting her heartbeats.

[the-starry-lycan]

Transformers: RiD as Pokémon

I had to make one!! Here are the Robots in Disguise baddies and Decepticons as Pokémon!

Steeljaw: Lycanroc (Midnight) Thunderhoof: Sawsbuck Chop Shop: 5 of Durant Underbite: Lairon Hammerstrike: Sharpedo Bisk: Crawdaunt Terrashock: Tauros/Bouffalant Vertebreak: Seviper/Arbok Saberhorn: Absol Starscream: Vikavolt Razorhorn: Buzzwole Motormaster: Mightyena Razorpaw: Pyroar

I dunno what makes them "Decepticons" exactly in the pokémon universe.. maybe they have something that's like Shadow Pokémon?

[transingthoseformers]

An idea I like is a sort of version of Beast Wars but there would be 4 factions based on alternate mode. One for mammals and avians lead by Beast Wars Airazor, reptiles lead by Beast Wars II Megastorm, Insects and Arachnids lead by RiD15 Zizza, and fish, crustaceans, and cephalopods lead by Beast Machines Hammerstrike.

Ooo so my main question is "how did this happen?"

How did they split up into four factions, is there a war and if so what decides what?

Would a dinobot be grouped with Airazor's group or Megastorm's group because dinosaurs are birds and birds are dinosaurs?

Where would their respective bases be placed?

I have many a question because there's gotta be a story here involving schisms and shit

[agonius]

by the year 1000, nearly everyone in a dwarf fortress world is involved in one conspiracy or another. so by opening a tavern and welcoming visitors, within a month you already have a lineup of a dozen potential criminals planning potential coups against the local government. add to this the fact that most of these visitors are super tough, super strong undead and you have the makings of a conscript defense force. possibly due to a bug, after convicted visitors serve their time/survive the requisite number of hammerstrikes to the head the guard dumps them into cages, which i've installed into a labyrinth for besieging armies to wander into. with a few lever pulls the gates go up, trapping them inside the maze, and the cages full of blue/purple people open. all my enemies should be killing each other any moment now.

oh, it's an undead siege? oh... okay...

i've made a second labyrinth. i think i can work with this. the next siege of living beings that comes is going to have to fight an army of undead. good luck killing that necromancer!

[literally-just-there]

At this point I do not know if I should look up to Hammerstrike for staying rational in every single situation, or facepalm because the guy literally lives in a magic hotspot.

[halforc-mercenary]

[staring] @elkenbulwark 😘

[ STARING ] for sender to find receiver sitting alone staring at a wall, covered in blood, and to touch their arm.

Mar had been two years old when the older Mercenarys of her village, those old enough that they had returned to claim a piece of land and teach the children, had taken her to one of the Alchemists hut to start getting her get used to the potions. Normally a child would be four. Normally a child would be human. Over two decades later the Halforc knew the perfect combination of herbs to boost her strenght and agility in a fight, if she needed to and she also knew perfectly the downsides of such herbs: The faintness, the nausea, the way it numbed her feelings of pain until after the opponent was dead on the ground before her and it came back like a hammerstrike. The hammerstrike came after the robbers were dead on the ground and their blood dyed the grass beneath crimson. The hammerstrike after the merchants Mar was hired to protect had stopped their carts and had started to go through the robbers belongings like vultures. The hammerstrike came with birds singing unbothered in the canopy of leaves above and the quiet voices of the merchants melting with that into humming mixture of noises. The hammerstrike came after Mar had sat down by one of the carts with the last light falling through the canopy of leafs above in streaks of deep eveningred that drowned the forest and paved street in so much more crimson than the blood of the robbers.

Still she had not noticed her cracked rips that were aching so much that for a second Mar had wanted to cut her hauberk, gambeson, chiton and tunic off herself just so she did not needed to move ehr upper body. She did not do that and hauberk, gambeson and chiton lay neatly folded beside her. Still she had not noticed that her left middle-and-forefinger had been broken and had now turned stiff and swollen so that it was almost impossible to mix the painkilling tinctures she needed to apply before continueing sewing the cuts shut. She still mixed the painkilling tincture, applied it with fingers that felt like dead wood and could now take care fo the cuts. Still she had not noticed the blood running down her stomach where she had been stabbed hard enough that the knife had pressed her own hauberk through her gambeson and cut deep enough into her soft flesh beneath to draw a thin line of blood that was not that deep but dirty. She still knew that cut needed sewing- or glueing for that matter- after it had been numbed and cleaned.

By the other touch the Halforc tensed from one moment to another and one of her hands promptly grabbed for the hilt of her spear as if she was expecting an attack, as if every hand ever reaching out for her had always be needed to be answere with a weapon to protect her.

Suddenly the womans head snapped around like from a dog ready to forget barking and ready to start biting. There was a moment in which Mars eyes did not found Birvor, a moment in which she sat there with every muscle tensed ready to pounce on him and defend herself, a moment in which she last scraps of the herb on her organism screamed at her to do the only thing she was born for.

Then the moment ended, her eyes found the others face with a confused squint born from hyperopia, her breath calmed, her shoulders sank down and - gently, suprsingly gently- she carefully closed her small, freckled hand around the younger mans wrist and pulled it softly - not hard, far from hard- away from her arm: Do not touch me, she wanted to growl. Do not touch me, please, she wanted to beg. Instead Mar let go of a breath that was only midly trembling and when she took in the following breath, deeply, calming herself, she turned back to the small arsenal of healingsalves, tinctures, dried herbs and potions. There was a hollow sound when she leaned the spear back against the wall. The blank, already carefully cleaned spearhead shimmered in the light like a jewel and reflected on the glasses of the small nosepincher Mar took up again and put back on her stark freckeld nose, so she could see what she was doing.

"Am I that gruesome looking, that that young Sir has to look at me with such big worried eyes?", Sweet boy, the Halforc thought first almost gently. Then she thought that looking like this infront of him meant that he would know where to hit her in a fight to get the upper hand, now that he knew where injuries were still healing on her body. She stiffned her back promptly as if she needed to salute and just in the same moment regretted it because her rips shriekd in a sharp stitch of pain. Mar did not looked at the other, but her freckled ears were pinned back, keeping a keen awareness of what he was doing. Her hands worked without a pause- cleaning the cut over her stomach with vinegar water whichs scent rose into the air sharp like a blade, dapping resin at the injuris edges and, air pulled in to force every whimper of pain down, glueing the edges of the injury together before she grabbed for the stripes of birchbark as a germfree bandage to carefully glue over the cut: "An expierenced warrior should be smart enough to already know that someone covered in blood and injuries should not be worried over. I had survived the fight, so I will survive the aftermath. Now shush, young Sir." She nodded her head to the boundle of clean bandages laying beside her. The bandages looked in the little light pale like bare bones: "Either help me take care of this or stop starring. " [ @elkenbulwark ]