Wall of Love

Jolly splendid! With proper OPQUAST manners and an accessibility-first compass, launching my wee startup felt like buttering toast in the Queen’s parlour.

Alice Wonderweb

They said building a startup was like fighting trolls blindfolded. Rubbish! Semantic HTML and ARIA saved the day.

Sir Codsworth the Accessible

Focus traps, you say? I laugh in the face of modals! No screen reader shall get lost under my watch.

Lady Debugalot

Every alt tag tells a story, every button sings. Accessibility isn’t a feature; it’s the overture.

Professor Arial Sans

I once deployed a site so accessible, even my cat could navigate it. Truly majestic.

The Funky Duke of UX

In my day, we used tables for layout. But now? Grid and flex, and every element behaves like a well-trained butler.

Granny Grids

I don’t just style buttons—I raise them into polite, interactive citizens of the web.

Baroness of Buttons

My keyboard dances through the interface like Fred Astaire. Every input a partner, every skiplink a waltz.

Sir Tabs-a-Lot

OPQUAST taught me not to click wildly, but with intention and joy. Also, label your icons, dear friends.

Count Clickalot

My scores are so green they photosynthesise. Accessibility? Practically botanical.

Lady Lighthouse

No more meaningless containers. I wield roles and landmarks like a proper aristocrat.

Duchess Div

Used to fail audits like a clown in a teapot. Now? My forms whisper sweet validations to screen readers.

Earl of Errors

With rems, ems, and a good sense of rhythm, my layouts prance across viewports like ballet dancers.

Madam Margin

No screen reader shall wander in the dark. My page is a symphony of roles, landmarks, and delightful skiplinks.

Lord Landmark of Regionaria

Alt text? Labels? Colour contrast? Yes, yes, and oh dear yes. My app could pass a royal inspection.

Captain Correctness

I once opened a modal so well-behaved it offered me tea before stealing focus. Bloody polite, that.

The Marquis of Modals

My pages whisper sweet nothings to search engines and screen readers alike. Meta tags are love letters, really.

Mistress Meta

Clarity, hierarchy, elegance. My type scales like a Gregorian chant read aloud by Stephen Fry.

Lord Legibility the Third

Thy code shall validate, and lo! Even the W3C did nod in solemn approval.

Vicar of Validity

My interface is a novel. Each element a chapter, each interaction a plot twist — but no cliffhangers for screen readers!

Knight of Narration

From the tiniest wristwatch to the grandest 8K screen, my layout adjusts like a seasoned actor taking the stage.

The Bold Widow of Breakpoints