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Melchior Oak Aged
Alc.: 11%

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Alvinne
Melchior Oak Aged
Alc.: 11%
Alvinne Peace & Joy 2022 Dark Winter Ale (Picked up at Sterk in Amsterdam). A 3 of 4. A nice warming winter ale -- nice spiced notes and quite a bit of depth to the malt sweetness here with some roast and toffee. The booze is slightly noticeable towards the finish, but this has some slightly higher than average carbonation that helps lift it off the palate a bit.
SHOULD YOU FIGHT NADINE'S F/O'S?
I was tagged by @rose-wine-selfships , thank you!! 💕💕
I tag @pink-n-purple-honey, @space-sweetheart, @lutece-mess and anyone else who wants to do it!! (Feel free to ignore this if you've already done it or don't want too do it 💜)
Overall I don't think fighting them is wise, but I can't stop you lmao
Brahms Heelshire: He's stinky and gross so u probably wouldn't want to touch him, he's very strong and would obliterate u in a second if u even looked at him wrong, not even a sneak attack would work because he lives in the walls, u go in there ur definitely dead. 0/10 Don't recommend unless u want to experience the wrath of an adult temper tantrum.
John Seed: Look, you could probably beat him in a fight but would you want to? Probably, he's skilled at getting under peoples skin and making them homicidal. But SHOULD you fight him? If you want a bunch of cultists and his brothers to be pissed off and coming for your head on a spike than sure. 6/10 like u could fight him but I wish u wouldn't.
Harper: I'll write your eulogy, you will be missed dearly. It's best not to even think about it, she may be 5'4 but she could kill you before you could even blink. -∞/10 you'd be better off fighting god.
Alvin Murphy: I give u my personal permission to fight him, he deserves a punch to the face sometimes. He won't put up much of a fight, even if ur tiny u could still beat his ass tbh. No real consequences to fighting him but u'll have to listen to him whine abt it for an hour and him actively trying to get u eaten by Z's. 10/10 fight the rat man, do it.
Beetlegeuse: Do you REALLY want to put your hands on a nasty ghost that smells like an on fire dumpster? If you really want to I won't stop you but he'd probably kill you, he can turn into all sorts of things and will use it to his advantage. Also he's dead so you can't really win? 4/10 he'd win and gloat about it and you'd probably die.
Eggs Benedict, black coffee, and a Sour'ire de Mortagne from Alvinne. #brunch #craftbeer #Alvinne #souriredemortagne #sourbeer #youcantbrunchwithus (at The Bier Abbey)
[Alvinne moodboard set in s4!!]
Cold
Pairing/s: Alvin Murphy/Nadine Sinclaire
A/n: I was quite literally freezing my butt off this morning so I wrote this tiny thing.
The air was cold, no matter how many scraps of cloth Nadine covered themself with they could still feel a cold chill run down their spine. It was impossible to sleep when they were shivering like a baby lamb. The sound of shaky breaths from their left pushed them to open their heavy eyes, turning and glancing over their shoulder.
Murphy was huddled in his own cocoon of fabrics, shaking even more violently then them and breathing erratically as well. Concern bloomed in Nadine and an idea also popped into their head.
"Murphy,"
"What?" Murphy snaps back, obviously annoyed at being disturbed. Nadine rolls their eyes and sighs loudly.
"I'm freezing my ass off, come over here." Nadine huffs and watches Murphy's annoyed squint become a wide eyed look.
"Seriously?" Murphy asks, making sure it's not a joke and nearly jumping up as Nadine nods and lifts their makeshift blanket. Murphy hurries to their side, slapping his own makeshift blanket over Nadine's and diving under the now added layers.
Nadine turns and wraps their arms around Murphy's waist, Murphy in turn wrapping his arms around their shoulders and pulling the blanket tighter around them. They both revel in the new warmth and Nadine buries their cold face in Murphy's chest.
"This is nice." Murphy mutters after a beat of silence, Nadine notes how his breathing has evened out and smiles.
"Yeah. Now go the fuck to sleep."
I wanted to draw Murphy and I wanted to draw something fluffy, so this happened.
[Warren quirked a brow at Murphy's sharp outburst. Earning his usual scowl.
"She's the only one that's nice to me," he grumbled, tugging the neck of his sweater.
"Doc's nice to you," Nadine argued. Murphy nodded and shrugged.
"Yeah him too but he's going with nature boy." Murphy motioned his head towards the two. Nadine smiled and shrugged at Warren, who shook her head and turned back to the commander.]