Morana Astradei

That allay witch from Queue

[the-allay-lady]

✦ OOC INTRO ✦

Hi! You can call me Dana // Any pronouns // 20 // Artist + Writer

This is a Queue56 RP blog for Morana Astradei, a little allay witch character with multiverse lore and way too many emotional scars.

DMs are okay! Please read below before interacting 🩵

❄ About Morana:

Name: Morana Astradei

Alias: Dana, Vidalia

Age: 23

Pronouns: Any

Height: 5'9

Gender: Genderfluid

Orientation: Pansexual, Poly

Species: Pure Allay

Morana Astradei is an allay witch who’s been broken, rebuilt, and reborn across multiple cycles of Queue56. She is a spellcrafter, potion-maker, protector, and a survivor of things most people can’t name.

Started as a neutral witch in Cycle 1, aligned with Citrine team but mostly a loner. Hidden her identity as an elf, but during the final challange was turned into vex due to all of the negative emotions. Became the first ever champion of the Queue.

In Cycle 2, she was mind-controlled by Chronicle after losing a sparring match and chose to stay under his command, even as it hurt her. Realized her feeling for Aelita and gained a girlfriend before things went bad.

In Cycle 3, she regained her autonomy, began healing, and realized she had feelings for Chronicle too. Became a new leader of RWA.

Took on leadership of the Red Winter Alliance in Cycle 4 after Chronicle forgot. Was stabbed by Wolf (a version of Chronicle) with a decay trident, leaving her with decaying wound, which couldn't be healed.

Died in Cycle 5 from the decay injury during the final challenge.

Was reborn in Cycle 6 as Vidalia, a pure allay without memories. Regained her identity mid-cycle 6 thanks to Aelita and began carrying the weight of all her past selves.

In Cycle 7, she spawned late, met her future daughter Kaltain for one hour, and is now quietly searching for Nebula Squad.

She is polyamorous, currently in a relationship with Aelita, and has a crush on Chronicle. Morana is not “the broken one.” She’s the one who keeps going anyway. A soul fragment trying to stitch herself into someone whole.

🦋 Other Notes:

Feel free to send asks, headcanons, or incorrect quotes!

Art, moodboards, and little stuff that I write may appear

Queue lore is very important to me — I try to keep everything consistent across cycles

I’m chill but passionate. Expect occasional brainrot and angst :>

[the-allay-lady]

we’re both fading. and I can’t hold either of us together. my form is very unstable. light slips through the cracks now. I think I’m dripping out of time.

Morana’s worse. she started the spell. that one. the first and last spell. the one that kills. not just the body, but the soul. our soul.

if she finishes it, her piece is gone. not reborn. not scattered. not called back. just... gone.

I want to stop her. I want to scream. I want to shake the stars until they tell me why this keeps happening. but I’m too far. and I’m slipping again.

if she falls, I don’t think I’ll be able to catch her. I fear this might be the last post I make.

if anyone will be able to get to her in time, please remind her she’s not meant to burn alone...

[allay-not-yet-meant-to-be]

Where is she? I can’t find her? I need a lead.. please someone give me a hint to show me where my mama is…

[the-allay-lady]

[ MORANA.ASTRADEI — COMM ONLINE ]

[USER :3 – REPLY]

I’ll help you find her, but first… you need to listen, not with your ears, but with your time and heart. with your dreams. that’s where she’s calling from... :3

[allay-not-yet-meant-to-be]

But… I don’t sleep… or dream… not anymore… I can try but- its been a good few years since I last slept

I just want my mama to be safe..

[the-allay-lady]

then listen with what’s left, little star, even if it hurts. the dream may not come to you… but sometimes, you have to step into someone else's

she’s still calling, but not loud anymore, she's loosing her spark, so you might want to hurry starlight. you’ll hear her. I promise... and I'll be here helping to guide you as much as I can, she is one of us after all...

[allay-not-yet-meant-to-be]

Where is she? I can’t find her? I need a lead.. please someone give me a hint to show me where my mama is…

[the-allay-lady]

[ MORANA.ASTRADEI — COMM ONLINE ]

[USER :3 – REPLY]

I’ll help you find her, but first… you need to listen, not with your ears, but with your time and heart. with your dreams. that’s where she’s calling from... :3

[the-allay-lady]

She’s curled up in the dark, knees to her chest, bare feet pressed into nothingness.

The dream shifts around her like smoke — sometimes a garden, sometimes a battlefield, sometimes a home she barely remembers.

She doesn’t move from the spot. She just cries. Silently, endlessly. Tears falling into a floor that doesn’t exist.

Every so often, a shape appears. A familiar hand. A glowing smile. A voice that says “I missed you.” And every time, she reaches. She reaches with shaking fingers and soft whimpers, but they vanish when she touches them.

Sometimes they laugh as they disappear. Sometimes they say her name like it’s a curse. Sometimes they look like Aelita. Sometimes they sound like Chronicle. Once, it was Kaltain. That broke her worst.

She doesn’t scream anymore. She just clings to shadows, hoping they’ll hold her back. And the dream keeps going. Longer. Louder. Rotting at the edges.

She still thinks she can wake up. She just doesn’t know how.

[allay-not-yet-meant-to-be]

Umm… I wasn’t gonna say anything or ask cause I’m not supposed to be here but- where did my mama go? She… she just left… I can’t find her in the present queue-

Mama please where did you go..?

[the-allay-lady]

[ MORANA.ASTRADEI — COMM ONLINE ]

[USER :3 – REPLY]

she’s still out there. not gone… just somewhere you can’t reach yet. i thought i’d be the one to find her, but this time… it won’t be me.

someone else will wake her. maybe you. just don’t forget her, starlight. that’s the thread she’s holding onto.

[allay-not-yet-meant-to-be]

Umm… I wasn’t gonna say anything or ask cause I’m not supposed to be here but- where did my mama go? She… she just left… I can’t find her in the present queue-

Mama please where did you go..?

[the-allay-lady]

[ MORANA.ASTRADEI — COMM ONLINE ]

[USER :3 – REPLY]

she’s still out there. not gone… just somewhere you can’t reach yet. i thought i’d be the one to find her, but this time… it won’t be me.

someone else will wake her. maybe you. just don’t forget her, starlight. that’s the thread she’s holding onto.

[the-allay-lady]

[ MORANA.ASTRADEI — COMM ONLINE ]

[ CYCLE 8 — ENTRY 3 ]

met someone today who makes the nether feel less like a hellbox and more like a playground

cosmic is fun. like actually fun, not in the “everything’s burning and i’m smiling” kind of way (okay maybe a little), but in the let’s scale the top of the bedrock dome and pretend we’re free for five minutes kind of way

we ran through crimson forest, laughed at piglins, made the hoglins our side characters. it felt… good. light. like for a moment i wasn’t full of old dreams and tangled timelines

we don’t match, but we understand

both cut from the brown dimension. both not really supposed to be here. both smiling through static

except here’s the part that sticks in my teeth—

i get to leave

and they don’t

not really. not yet. maybe not ever.

and i didn’t say it. didn’t ruin the moment. but it lingers behind my tongue. because how unfair is it that we finally find someone who understands what the noise sounds like—

and i’m just passing through

anyway we almost died like four times. 10/10 would chaos again.

thanks for the stars, Cosmic. you make the void feel small.

[the-allay-lady]

[ MORANA.ASTRADEI — COMM LOG: CYCLE 8, WEEK ONE ]

[ USER: :3 ONLINE ]

met “her.”

not her. but close enough to fool someone else. not me.

the way she spoke, too even, too calm. her voice didn’t trip over when talking. didn’t soften while talking about Morana like it used to. and yet… everything about her wanted to be familiar. like a mask.

i smiled. of course i did. played polite. didn’t ask why the stars didn’t shift when she showed up. didn’t say her name like it was really hers.

she said “nice to meet you.”

i said “likewise.”

we both lied.

also met feriman. not what i expected, either.

very chill for someone with that much energy in their aura. very normal for someone who makes my spine itch in the same way time travel does.

we talked. laughed a little. traded shadows and pretended not to notice.

and for the first time since i showed up here

i didn’t feel like the only one lying.

they don’t know what i know.

they don’t know what i am.

and i’m not sure what happens when they find out.

anyway, I must run to do stuffs, but to her — the one wearing her voice —

i see you.

[the-allay-lady]

[ MORANA.ASTRADEI — COMM ONLINE ] [ USER VERIFIED. ACTIVITY RESUMED. ]

oh. she’s still asleep. like deep cycle-dream, vines growing, forest-wife aesthetic asleep.

anyway hi! it’s not her right now, sorry not sorry.

i’m just… borrowing the comm. she won’t mind. she’s busy dreaming about people who left her. it’s very soft and sad and mossy.

you can call me dana. or don’t. i’m new here. sort of. it’s complicated.

all you need to know is: – i know too much – i’m in a mood – and if anyone messes with her body while she’s unconscious i will drop an emotionally-loaded prophecy on you mid-pvp.

that’s all for now. i might cause a little bit of chaos and mayhem. or not. haven’t decided.

[the-allay-lady]

[written in different handwriting with purple ink and stardust]

In the forest down below lies the peaceful sleeping soul, worries shed, no more decay, tucked beneath the roots to stay.

Vines have wrapped her hands and knees, cradled soft by moss and trees. Blue now blooms at hair's long end, glowing where the shadows bend.

She does not stir, she does not speak, the days grow long, the world grows weak. She dreams of love, of warmth, of light, safe within the arms of night.

The stars have turned, the skies have spun, new cycles born, new stories begun. But she remains where silence grows, lost beneath the drifting snows.

No voices reach her hidden glade, no hand disturbs the bed she made. The forest keeps her gently there, a soul in sleep, too soft to bear.

And in her mind, the world is kind— no one forgets, no one stays blind. She smiles in dreams and sleeps away, not knowing she's been left to stay.

But dreams can twist beneath the skin, and something dark is creeping in. Where once was peace, there now is flame, and voices start to call her name.

The skies within her dream grow red, the gardens rot, the warmth has fled. She tries to scream, to run, to wake— but sleep holds tight, and won’t let break.

And so she lies in still decay, as distant echoes claw and fray. The dream is hers no longer now. Something else has made the vow...

[justacookiefaerie]

(OOC)

Hi, I'm Bethany, but everyone on the queue calls me Beth, 22, she/they pronouns, and I'm mostly a writer.

This is a Queue56 roleplay account for my lil faerie girl "Beth" (real name unknown). She is a devout pacifist and loves to make cookies for everyone, but tries not to get too close to anyone else due to trauma in her past.

About Beth:

Pronouns: she/they

Age: she lost count after a few thousand (mentally though, early 20s)

Height: 4' 6" when wearing shoes

Orientation: Aromantic Asexual

Species: Faerie

Cycle One: Not on the queue, was still in the fae realm :)

Cycle Two: New to the queue and was slow to make friends, mainly keeping to herself outside of giving people cookies, and mostly stayed at spawn, her only real companion being her bird, Puck

Cycle Three: Explored out a bit and found a love of building when remaking an island from the fae realm she used to visit, Neverland

Cycle Four: Once again settled next to spawn and tried to make herself more useful to her team by having their team base be hidden in her house

Cycle Five: Lived in a lil UFO house at spawn and joined the farm collation, while also trying to stay away from people, as she was bleeding out of an arm wound that wasn't there at the end of the previous cycle that never seemed to close

Cycle Six: Let herself have roommates for the first time, living with Bobby and Artemis, and threw herself into a building project with Bobby called the Schemes (aka hide and seek)

Cycle Seven: Who knows right know (tee hee)

Send me stuff in the asks if you want, just dont be weird!

[the-allay-lady]

She didn’t leave. Didn’t fight. Didn’t show up for the final challenge.

While the world shifted and prepared for whatever chaos would come next, Morana remained where she was — deep in the woods, far from spawn, far from noise, far from the eyes of anyone who might still remember her.

She stopped moving. Stopped waiting. And then, slowly, she stopped waking.

It wasn’t death. Not really. She simply… slept. As if the quiet finally claimed her, and she decided not to resist.

The forest didn’t question it. The vines grew around her, soft and slow, curling around her arms, her legs, her chest, not to trap her, but to hold her in place. Moss filled the spaces between her fingers. Flowers bloomed where she rested. Her hair grew long, untouched by wind or blade, and where it brushed the grass, the strands glowed faintly blue.

No one came looking.

Time passed. The world didn’t stop for her, and yet somehow… it made room.

She became part of the landscape. A forgotten soul sleeping through a cycle that left her behind. Not dead. Not gone. Just… paused. Stuck, maybe. Until something changed.

Until someone found her.

Until something finally reached her through all the silence she wrapped herself in.

But until then, she would stay like this.

Because in her sleep, she dreamed.

She dreamed of a future that never came. One where they were all together again — laughing, building, safe. Aelita smiled like nothing had ever happened. Chronicle giggled at something she said. Children were running around happily laughing and playing.

And Morana… Morana was happy. Not pretending to be. Not surviving. Just… happy.

And it was beautiful.

And it was enough.

So she stayed asleep. Because in the dream, no one left. No one forgot. No one broke her. And maybe, just maybe, if she stayed long enough, the dream would become the only world that mattered.

She didn’t wake. Because for once, she didn’t want to. Because this time, the dream was better than anything waiting outside it.

[the-allay-lady]

I stopped calling out a while ago.

No one answered the first hundred times, and now my voice just echoes back like the world is trying to mock me for trying. I don’t think anyone’s here. I don’t think they ever were. Maybe this was always going to be my cycle to be forgotten.

I built a little shelter. It’s not much. Just enough to keep the rain off and the wind out. I haven’t touched my armor in days. Haven’t checked the comms. Haven’t looked at the sky long enough to count how close the end is.

I think I’ll just stay here.

I don’t have it in me to fight this time. Not when I’d be fighting for no one. Not when there’s no one on the other side of it.

Let the final challenge come. Let it scream and shake and burn through everything. I’ll stay right here in the corner of the world and sleep through it.

And if I wake up in the next one… Maybe then someone will notice I was gone.

Or maybe not.

And maybe that’ll be easier.

[the-allay-lady]

It’s so quiet out here. Like I’m the only being left. It doesn’t feel like the cycles anymore. It just feels like... nothing. I don’t know how long I’ve been out here, walking through the woods, waiting for something—anything—to happen. It’s starting to blur together. Days. Hours. I’m not even sure I’m counting them right.

She’s not here. He’s not here. I don’t know if anyone is. And the longer I go without seeing a single trace of them, the more I start to wonder... were they ever really here at all?

Was the way she looked at me real? That warmth, that safety, that deep, unwavering kind of love, I felt it. I swear I did. But now it feels like a story I told myself to survive. And him... was the pain he carried even real? The anger, the guilt, the control, I thought I understood it. I thought if I stayed close, maybe I could help carry some of it. Maybe I could help him, somehow. But now I don’t know.

Maybe none of it was real. Maybe I imagined it all. Maybe the love, the pain, the people... maybe they were just shadows in the dark and I was the only one who thought they meant something.

[the-allay-lady]

I spawned into the silence,

no names lighting up the sky,

no familiar footsteps nearby,

just the soft rustle of leaves

and the weight of remembering too much.

The ground felt cold under me,

not because it was,

but because no one had walked it with me yet.

I looked toward the horizon

like maybe someone had left a lantern,

a trail of torches,

a sign that I wasn’t the last one here.

But there were no signs.

Only trees that didn’t know my name,

and wind that passed by

like it didn’t remember me either.

So I started walking,

not because I knew where I was going

but because standing still

felt too close to being forgotten.

I don’t know where they are.

I only know I’ll keep looking

until I find someone who remembers how to say

“I’m glad you’re here.” - 🦋

[trojansmisery]

[ OOC Post/Info! ]

Name: Feriman Hazeborn

Pronouns: They/Xe/He/It/Err0r

Age: "...how long has it been?" (22-24)

This is my silly litol blorbo for Queue56! (server created and hosted by Sherbertquake56)

They are picky about who xe talks to and tries to stay to the circle he has. Try and talk to it if you please- you may get an answer

Boundries

Dont be weird- the basics yk

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