#alyssa harrell

[malice-amidst]

Another Breadsbians edit god damn I miss them BAD yall 😔

The quote in the last scene is from this IRM, which is by far one of my favorite pieces of blaseball literature. If anyone knows who wrote it please reach out!

[stormclaude]

Blaseball lesbians for @malice-amidst-a-verdant it's Fridays time

[hawaiifridaysbracket]

Hawaiʻi Fridays Player Bracket: Round 1, matchup 25

A. Harrell*

Oxen Seo

Voting ended onApr 7, 2025

wiki pages: Harrell* / Oxen Seo

note: due to Harrell's first name being the deadname of a former team's fan, it is customary to avoid that name & refer to her by last name only whenever possible

[malice-amidst]

Me when Baldwin Breadwinner and Alyssa Harrell are my favorite tragic blaseball lesbians

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[jirnkirks]

The S That Doesn't Exist Stands for Sentient

Alyssa Harrell for the Hall of Fame, by Mera, shoutout to Al Buzzard of Tokyo Crabs fame for the help.

The Blaseball Hall of Fame is on Week 5 and there are some famous Tigers there, you know, classics like Beasley Day, Lenny Marijuana, and most of all, Alyssa Harrell. You can check out and vote this week here, every week is a new ballot and more guys to talk about! Okay, now, onto the main part.

There are two kinds of players we love to watch: amazing ones and funny ones. Its funny when Flattery B. McKinley picks up and drops the Fifth Base like 6 times in 9 hours. Its wild that Dickson Games' defense is so silly and ridiculous that they clean up stadiums. Harrell sees all this and laughs. Harrell knows she's stuck in a brutal, loveless sim and decided Alright, fine. But she'll be playing on her terms. And probably for the Fridays.

Here's why you should vote for Alyssa Harrell:

1. She Wins

- no i dont mean games, who cares? I mean wills! Blessings! From the get go, Harrell rerolled herself twice, increasing her star count each time until she was decent. When wills came along, she decided to win them. What else would you call a double wimdy infuse? Every season that Wills have existed, she's won one, with only redaction stopping her. When she won a triple wimdy EE to the Crabs she was later chomped and redacted- that didn't stop her from getting traded to the FFs and getting them to reroll her Attractor mod with a double wimdy before returning to the Fridays. We call them wimdies, i call it Harrell throwing a stick into the sim untol she wins.

2. Pays back her debts

- without killing anyone! Remember how I said the Fridays batted her in? It was by Spears Taylor, a hitter doomed for the shadows because all their stars were in defense. Until Spears finally batted Harrell in, bringing her home before voicemailing in. The same Seeker Spears who frequently brought Harrell home from elsewhere, without fail. That was the same season Harrell won the alternate shadows blessing- turning Spears into a good pitcher and rerolling Harrell back to her double infused pitching stats.

3. Loves the Fridays

- not every og Tiger loves Hades and that's totally fine (except McD please come home) but no one has loved their new team like Harrell has. Harrell is feedbacked away from the Fridays? Fine. Feedbacks herself back in the same game. The Exchange that made hear leave Hawai'i turns to EE, locking her away. Fine. Redacts herself, dodges the FFs attractor attractor 3 times, gets batted in by a Friday with a 0.168 BA. Trapped in the shadows? Dw fam, I'll just reroll myself til I can fax out. Scary mods? No need to waste a will, I'll get another team to deal with it. Loyalty.

Vote Alyssa Harrell. She's funny.

If you enjoyed this, please check out my other real and "canonical" Blaseball writing

[leonstamatis]

for blasetober today: on forgetting!

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Harrell does not exist. Or she doesn’t in the way most people do, with the solid form and the weight and the hands and the face. Harrell does not exist, except for when someone wants her to or when they need her.

Harrell does not exist, except the sand still sinks beneath her feet and the wind still pulls at the ends of her short hair. A bat or a glove will still recognize her hand, and a pitcher will still throw the ball. So Harrell does exist, kind of, in the ways that the game needs her to and very little else.

This is how she knows that, no matter how little she wants it, her body that is not will still manage to burn.

There’s no instability yet. It hasn’t gotten that far. But there’s only so many days left before Parker leaves, and Harrell… Well. Harrell does not exist, but her fears do. She’s seen instability before, and she does not want to know what it would do to her.

“Sorry,” Parker says, and it’s then that Harrell realizes he’s looking at her. “What’s your name, again?”

It’s not what she’d thought he was apologizing for. This is a common refrain in her life, being forgotten. The new part, she thinks, is the dying. But he doesn’t apologize for that, and his face is hard to read so she’s not sure how much of that is even on his mind. His eyes are obscured by the hood of his parka, far too heavy for the Hawai’i heat, but he doesn’t seem to care. She’s never seen him take it off, anyway.

“Forget-me-not,” she says, smiling to herself.

“Oh.” Parker taps his fingers on the table. A nervous tick. She watches as sparks flit from his fingertips and scatter over the wood. “That’s nice.”

“And applicable,” Harrell says, “given that it is only polite to remember the people you murder.”

Because, of course, he won’t. He will forget Harrell, and he will forget Forget-me-not, and she will burn just like a flower when the time comes. She’s never bothered looking in the Library herself, but the team has been whispering about it. Everyone muttering all the time about teams Harrell can’t bring herself to care about. The Immortals, the Artists, the Truckers.

They’re all faceless shadows in the footnotes of a larger story, forgotten or erased. Harrell knows her own role in all of this; she won’t push to be anything else.

“Right.” Once again, he taps the wood. The sparks hiss. “Sorry.”

“Does it feel numb yet?” Harrell asks.

Parker starts, and finally he looks up enough to show his face. Eyes so dark they’re almost black scan her face. “What?”

“Moving around,” she says. “Losing people.”

It hasn’t, for her. Harrell does not exist, but her feelings do. They live, amorphous, in the space between her ribs. She can count them on her fingers: rage, longing, homesickness, more rage. She’d thought it might fade after a while. But apparently, for all that everyone else can forget her, she cannot forget herself.

“No,” Parker says. He talks in short, quick clips, like he’s trying to bite the letters off before they escape his mouth. “No.”

“Good.”

“I know.”

[5tourist]

[5tourist]

[image transcript:

harrell does not exist. on day 104, season 15 she was [][][][][][][][]

chorby soul returns. ?rt?r? h??rt? retreats to shadows.

agan harrison is still here? ok

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