I can be part of your foot, yet I never wear a shoe. I stand above a grand doorway, yet I cannot see the view. I am the chief of villains, but I do no crime myself. I am a sneaky prefix sitting on a grammar shelf. What am I?

It remains under the skin forever It disappears in water On paper it can change the world

It holds liquor, but not a cask. If you'd like a nip, just ask. To full it without spilling is quite a task. Drink enough from it, in warmth you'll bask.

I'm often found in pairs, but rarely speak. I help you gain when you're feeling weak. Though I have no voice, I'm known for my weight. What am I, that makes you lift your fate?

I come out white and creamy warm, then pasteurized before your home. My form is changed with practiced hands, to something new from what I am. I’m drunk and eaten, sliced and poured, what white drink do so many adore?