guardian food and drink
More tofu? Supermarkets flesh out their vegan credentials as clean eating grows
Stores are racing to stock more lines of non-dairy, meat-free food as clean-eating trend boosts numbers of UK flexitarians, vegetarians and vegans
By Sarah Butler

“Tesco says demand for vegetarian and vegan readymeals and snacks has soared 40% in the past year, prompting the UK’s biggest supermarket to introduce new labelling to flag up all its vegan products.

Retailers and food producers are racing to meet demand: vegan foods accounted for 9% of all new food products launched in the UK last year, up from 3% in 2012, according to Mintel.

According to Sainsbury’s the trend is clear: sales of frozen meat-free products are up almost a quarter year-on-year, lentils are up by 18%, chickpeas by 14% and canned beans such as kidney beans and black beans are flying off the shelves – the latter has risen 39% in the last 12 months. Sales of plant-based milk are up 29% over the past two years. Susi Richards, Sainsbury’s head of product development, said: “Plant-based eating is taking the health-world by storm and there’s a fundamental shift in how people are looking at their plates.””

Times, they are a-changin’.

The Price

Rocket Raccoon x Reader.

Originally posted by dameeron

A/N: So, it took me ages to finish writing this and edit it because I hated it haha, hopefully, this will be the last piece of work I post that is un-beta’d. If you would like to be added to my Marvel taglist or just my Rocket Raccoon taglist, let me know! I’m not sure how the characters worked out, are they in character or not? I’ve never written for Guardians of the Galaxy before so i’m just experimenting at the moment. Feedback would be appreciated! Anyway, my requests are open and I hope you enjoy this! 

Warnings: none

Word count: 1334

The Price;

Your eyes searched the destruction as the ashes that were once, Ronan the Destroyer, drifted away with the breeze. The “Guardians of the Galaxy” were all sat around, exhausted. You turned to your appointed maids and asked them for food and water to be brought. They were hesitant to leave your side but a stern look from you sent them on their way.

Your long dress hindered you as you climbed across the debris from the wreckage. The closer you came, the more you saw. The Terran man was fiddling with a device that played music, if you remembered correctly.

“Excuse me, Mr Star-Lord,” you called out, slipping a little as you finally joined him. His head shot up, as did the others.

“Uh, it’s Quill, actually. Peter Quill,” he corrected you before noticing your ensemble. “I’m sorry, your majesty, I-” You cut off his unnecessary apology.

“Mr Quill, you have no reason to apologise, in fact, I must thank you. You and your friends have done something for the Galaxy that can never be repaid,” you told him honestly.

“If there is anything I can do for you, please do not hesitate to ask.”

Peter thought it over and knew you were a princess with many abilities. He looked over at Rocket and then turned back to you.

“Groot, he protected us…”

You smiled softly. “Say no more,” you told him, carefully making your way past the other guardians to the enhanced mammal. He was holding a stick, seemingly the only thing left of his friend. He looked up at you, tears shining in his eyes. You knelt down on the ground next to him, uncaring of your now ruined dress.

Rocket looked at you with shock, no having expected someone well known as royalty to kneel on the dirty ground with someone like him.

“You should not despair, little one, his sacrifice will be honoured,” you promised him, reaching up to place your hand on his head and delicately stroke the fur.

You brought your other hand up the last piece of the sentient tree and ran a finger across the smooth wood, your essence began to flow through it, bathing it in a soft light before it finally dimmed.

“What was that?” Rocket asked, clutching the stick tighter. You smiled softly at him and used your magic to conjure a small pot, you scooped up some dirt from the ground and presented it to him. He glanced at you before awkwardly taking the pot and placed the stick into it.

“It will take some time, but you will have your friend back.”

“I…uh, thanks toots,” he replied awkwardly before realising what he’d called you.

You laughed amused at how different these people were to your own.  

“Your majesty?!” a shocked voice gasped. You turned and saw one of your maids staring at the last part of Groot that was glowing with the light of life.

“My lady, what have you done?”

You sighed and stood, facing her. “Miatawa, it is alright,” you shushed her.

“Woah, what’s she talking about? What did you do?” Rocket questioned.

You took the tray that Miatawa was holding and dismissed her, turning to the Guardians and offering them food and drink.

“Her magic comes with a price,” Gamora told them, eyeing her with curiosity and something almost akin to pity.

“What price?” Rocket demanded.

“A price only I will have to pay, it is not important,” you tell them. “Mr Quill, once your wounds have been tended to, I would like to meet with you in my chambers.”

Peter frowns but nods. “Of course, your majesty.”

You bid the Guardians farewell and returned to helping others that had been injured in the attack. 

The door to your chambers opened quietly and a confused Peter Quill edged into the room hesitantly.

“Mr Quill, please, come in,” you motioned him forward. He approached your place on the window seat and sat next to you.

You wasted no time getting the point of your meeting.

“You were able to hold an infinity stone in your hand and lived.”

“Well, it wasn’t just me, but yeah,” he replied, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly

You watched him, trying to identify that power inside of him.

“You’re not entirely Terran, might I ask what the other part of your heritage is?” You asked cautiously, knowing that some beings were very sensitive about such personal things.

“I don’t know. My mom always told me that my dad was an angel, but she…” he paused. “I never got to ask about him before Yondu kidnapped me.”

You placed a gentle, comforting hand on his shoulder before a thought struck you.

“Peter… If I may,” you started. “I may have something that will be able to help you, should you choose to use it.”

You gathered your strength and your magic and focused on the energy radiating from him and Peter watched as a clear orb grew from nothing between your palms.

“What is it? Looks like a pale version of Pacman,” Peter noted. You raised an eyebrow.


Peter searched for an explanation before deciding not to bother. “What’s that supposed to do?”

You held the orb out to him as he took it with a wince, expecting it to hurt or something. You laughed. “I used the essence of your father and his DNA, this should glow blue when you are close.”

“I’m sorry I cannot give you something more helpful-”

“No!” Peter cried out. “No, this… this is amazing.”

You were surprised to see tears welling in his eyes, but he was smiling at you.

“Thank you.”

“I told you, you did something for the galaxy that can not ever be repaid, this is my gift to you,” you told him as you stood and guided him to the door.

“I must ask something in return,” you mentioned hesitantly. “It is about your friend, Rocket.”

It was three days later that the Guardians were presented with the newly built Milano and pardoned of their crimes.

“Before you leave,” Miatawa called to them. “My Lady has some gifts for you.”

She presented them with fine bundles of cloth secured with ribbons.

“I shall bathe these in the blood of my enemies in her honour,” Drax remarked loudly, admiring his new daggers.

Miatawa jumped a little before presenting Gamora with a long sword that crackled and hissed with electricity.

“My Lady bestowed the elemental gift of lightning upon the sword.”

Gamora admired the sword finding that it would suit her perfectly.

Rocket placed the pot with a newly growing Groot on the ground in front of him as his paws took hold of the bundle offered to him.

He pulled on the silk ribbon and the material fell away to reveal a blaster. He pulled the trigger briefly and a white-hot laser beam flashed past the group and into the wall. The heat began to eat away at the wall surrounding the impact area as they watched in awe.

“Uh…oops,” Rocket muttered, still in awe at the power in the small weapon in his paws.

Peter glanced down at the colourless orb you had given him last night during a private discussion, it made him wonder why you hadn’t presented the gifts yourself.

After a brief discussion about not breaking any more laws, the group boarded the Milano and settled down as they discussed their next move.

Rocket sat in his chair with Groot on his lap, the warmth of the magic made pot beneath his fingers reminding him of warm hands scratching the fur upon his head. His ears perked up as he caught a whisper of conversation between Quill and Gamora.

“What did she ask you to do?” The green skinned female asked quietly.

“She needs me to look after Rocket.” The two wandered away before he could hear anymore and his mind raced.

“Her magic comes with a price.”

“A price only I will have to pay.”

GW2 Class Cocktails

I was tickled pink when I saw Rubi and the others drinking one of my cocktail creations on the HoT live stream. Maybe you’d want to share my yummy drinks on the community creation blog? If there’s interest, I can make even more GW2-inspired drinks!

Here’s the link to all 18 recipes -

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[Submitted by Malachi D]

We would love to see more! ~RB