i've been crunching since last Thursday night, mostly stopping to check here and on discord. but it's done—it's got everything i've posted this year on cohost (minus detailed summaries for my car liveries, these are already available on http://www.s56design.fr/ so it's way lower priority) and then a bit more that i didn't post. (mostly alts and such)
it's also pure html+css, i know stuff like javascript has neat uses but... i really like when i can browse a website without checking noscript at all (and also i'm not gonna bother with js and others if i can do without)

it's "bare bones" in that it's missing a bunch of stuff such as alt text, pictures from last year and beyond, my liveries as mentioned above, and so on for the sake of getting it up quicker. (don't think i'll ever get to go beyond being a hobbyist considering how disgusting motorsport is as a working environment for ppl who aren't white cishet guys so it's not like the resume page is exactly useful, but yknow)
i might also have a few bugs/annoyances i haven't worked out yet; i realized a bit earlier my overlay texts were fine on tablets but way too big on phones for example

overall, the neocities supporter sub + my domain (free for the first year) bring the total cost to about 62€/year, or 69$/year ( :) ). that's lower than my initial idea of getting the cheapest Adobe CC (72€/year) sub with an access to Portfolio which is really nice

i mention it on the friends page but i wanna thank again @theworksofegan for the permission to use their code as a base to build from (also personal reminder to include the same credit in the html itself)

i'll try to have an 88x31 button ready soon. you can also follow the website here if you want? https://neocities.org/site/aenore
(also i changed my bsky @ to my domain so i had to change the link to it in several places lol; idk what it actually does but hey it's shorter for the same thing so)

sometimes i remember that there are people who prefer to play with their au ra modded to not have scales and whenever it happens i need five grown men to restrain me before i go berserker mode across the JCPenney parking lot

Three days Ty’at had been working at the Leatherworker’s guild in Gridania. Petra had introduced her to the guild as a way to make use of all the pelts Ty’at tended to accumulate from her hunts, as well as give the rambunctious Xbr’aali something to do with her boundless energy.

It was not going well. Even those outside the guild could hear the chaos within.

“Argh! Why is tanning so hard?! My leather keeps coming out so uneven, even I can see the faults! Geva can never be allow-”

A shadow appeared suddenly over the frustrated Ty’at. She gulped. She knew exactly what was coming.

“Ty’at, what do you think you are doing?! Even a child could tan leather better than this! Third-rate work like this will never be accepted by anyone! Do I need to tan your hide and show you how it’s done?!”

Ty’at was frozen in place. She didn’t believe she would ever get used to Geva’s harsh beratement. Why had she allowed Petra to talk her into this? Taking deep breaths, she collected herself and meekly responded, “My apologies, Miss Geva. I know I am struggling. I think I need help to figure out what I am doing wrong.” A wry smile crossed her lips for the briefest of moments as she thought of a retort that may just win the guildmaster’s favor, though she quickly collected herself once more. “You offered to tan my hide and show me how it’s done? If that offer stands, I would like to take it. My hide right here,” she gestured to the pile of hides she was struggling with, “is already laid out and ready to go.”

A moment past, then two. Finally, a weary sigh. “Fine. If you are willing to learn, I suppose that is better than most of my leatherworkers here.” She shot a nasty look at the rubbernecking guild members who had stopped their work to watch in. “Let me pass off my tasks to Petra and I will do what I can to assist you.”

As the rest of the guild scrambled back to their work, Ty’at let out a sigh of relief. She had taken up leatherworking at Petra’s insistence as a hobby, but Geva took is far more seriously than she could have imagined. Nevertheless, the opportunity to learn from such an accomplished leatherworker for her hobby was something she couldn’t pass up. While Geva’s back was turned, she did a little happy dance to celebrate her victory.

“Hey! You are here to work leather, not to dance!”