#Skin Graft Market

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Skin Graft Market Research: Understanding Size, Trends, and Outlook

Market Overview –

In 2022, the skin graft market was estimated to be worth USD 4 billion. The market for skin grafts is expected to expand at a compound annual growth rate (CAGR) of 7.01% between 2023 and 2032, from USD 4.28 billion in 2023 to USD 7.36 billion by 2032.

The skin graft market is witnessing steady growth driven by the increasing prevalence of skin-related conditions and trauma cases requiring surgical intervention. Skin transplant procedures, including autografts and allografts, offer effective solutions for wound healing and cosmetic reconstruction. With advancements in transplantation techniques and tissue engineering, the market continues to evolve to meet the growing demand for innovative skin graft solutions.

The skin graft market pertains to the healthcare sector focusing on procedures and products related to skin grafting. Skin grafting involves transplanting skin from one area of the body to another to repair damaged skin due to burns, injuries, surgeries, or skin diseases. This market encompasses various types of skin grafts, including autografts (from the patient's own body), allografts (from a donor), and xenografts (from another species), as well as synthetic skin substitutes.

The primary driver of the skin graft market is the increasing incidence of burns, trauma, and skin-related disorders worldwide. Burn injuries alone affect millions of people each year, creating a significant demand for skin grafts to promote wound healing and prevent complications such as infections and scarring. Additionally, advancements in surgical techniques, tissue engineering, and regenerative medicine have expanded the scope and effectiveness of skin grafting procedures.

Moreover, the growing awareness about the importance of aesthetic and reconstructive surgeries, along with the rising demand for cosmetic procedures, has further fueled the demand for skin grafts. Patients undergoing procedures such as Mohs surgery for skin cancer removal or cosmetic surgeries for scar revision often require skin grafts to achieve optimal outcomes.

The COVID-19 pandemic has impacted the skin graft market, with disruptions in elective surgeries, reduced hospital admissions, and changes in patient priorities. However, the pandemic has also highlighted the importance of wound care and infection prevention, underscoring the essential role of skin grafts in wound management and reconstruction.

Despite challenges such as availability of donor tissue, cost constraints, and variations in surgical outcomes, the skin graft market is expected to grow as innovations continue to improve graft survival rates, reduce complications, and enhance patient satisfaction. With ongoing research and development in tissue engineering, biomaterials, and regenerative medicine, the skin graft market holds promise for addressing the diverse needs of patients with skin injuries and disorders.

Segmentation –

The global skin graft market is segmented on the basis of graft type, graft thickness and applications. Based on graft type, the market has been segmented as autologous, isogeneic, allogeneic, xenogeneic and prosthetic. Based on the graft thickness, the market has been segmented as split-thickness, full-thickness and composite graft. Based on the applications, the market has been segmented as extensive wound, burns, extensive skin loss due to infection, skin cancers and others. Based on the equipment, the market has been segmented as dermatome (knives dermatomes, drum dermatomes, electric dermatomes, air dermatomes), general surgical instruments, consumables and others. Based on the end users, the market has been segmented as hospitals and clinics, academic and research and others.

Regional Analysis –

Regional analysis of the skin graft market reveals varying trends influenced by factors such as healthcare infrastructure, prevalence of burns and traumatic injuries, and availability of advanced medical technologies. In developed regions like North America and Europe, where there is a higher incidence of severe burns and extensive healthcare facilities, the skin graft market is well-established with a wide range of products and procedures available. Conversely, in developing regions with limited access to specialized burn care and reconstructive surgery, such as parts of Asia-Pacific and Africa, the market for skin grafts is still evolving. Moreover, cultural attitudes towards cosmetic and reconstructive surgery impact the demand for skin graft procedures across different regions. As awareness of the benefits of skin grafts for wound healing and aesthetic enhancement increases globally, there is a growing opportunity for market expansion through education, training, and technology transfer initiatives to address regional disparities in access to advanced skin graft solutions.

Key Players –

Skin graft companies include Organogenesis, Specimen Medical, Stratatech Corp, Tissue Regenix Group Plc, Avita Medical, Convatec Inc, Medtronic, Coloplast, Braun Melsungen, Stratatech Corporation, and Zimmer Biomet.

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Skin Graft Market Share, Growth Factors, Competitive Landscape and Forecast to 2030

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The Growing Acellular Dermal Matrices Industry is Thriving on Advanced Wound Care Innovations

The acellular dermal matrices market caters to the need for advanced wound care products that facilitate faster healing of complex wounds and burns. These tissue grafts derived from donated human or animal dermal tissue serve as a scaffold that aids skin or soft tissue regeneration. Comprising an intact matrix of collagen and protein fibers that stimulate cell migration and new tissue formation, acellular dermal matrices reduce healing time and scarring for wounds that fail to heal naturally.

The Global Acellular Dermal Matrices Market is estimated to be valued at US$ 10.14 Mn in 2024 and is expected to exhibit a CAGR of 5.9% over the forecast period 2024 to 2031. Key Takeaways Key players operating in the acellular dermal matrices are Merck & Co., Inc. (Merck Animal Health), Ceva, Zoetis Services LLC, Boehringer Ingelheim International GmbH. The growing prevalence of chronic wounds and ulcers due to the high incidence of diabetes and old age related disorders has bolstered demand for advanced wound care products. North America dominates the market currently due to favorable reimbursement policies and growing awareness about advanced wound management. However, the rising geriatric population in Asia Pacific and Latin America is expected to drive the market expansion in these regions during the forecast period. Market key trends The increased adoption of Acellular Dermal Matrices Market Demand for use in plastic and reconstructive surgeries indicate one of the key trends in the industry. By serving as a dermal substitute, these grafts enable surgeons to repair soft tissue deficits and skin defects with reduced contracture, distortion, and scarring for procedures like breast reconstruction and hernia repair. The advantages over autografts like reduced donor site morbidity have augmented their uptake in cosmetic surgical procedures.

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[frownyalfred]

I love when Batman villains are obsessed with branding/marking the Bats. They have zero idea they’re fucking with the man who has like 10 dermatologists and three of the top black market plastic surgeons in the world on call to fly into Gotham at any time. The man eats drinks and breathes reconstructive surgery. He could pay for a whole new body’s worth of experimental skin grafts. Superman gets jealous of his skin quality sometimes.

[rottenpumpkin13]

For some reason I think Sephiroth would be fascinated by Tattoos. Both as an art form and due their symbolic meanings such as different divisions of Shinra or Wutai's Military sharing tattoos with their comrades to signify their bonds or how people view their Tattoos as a way of representing aspects of their lives.

Oh he'd live for the concept, especially considering his circumstances. Sephiroth's body to Hojo and Shinra is a marketable masterpiece. The idea of ink staining that carefully crafted skin is unthinkable, a defilement of their greatest weapon. Naturally this makes Sephiroth more intrigued, imagining what it'd be like to have a tattoo as a deliberate act of autonomy. A reminder that his body belongs to him, not the company that raised him.

He knows Hojo isn't opposed to the idea of taking a skin graft of his tattoo if he were to get one, and force Sephiroth's skin to heal it. But the idea that people willingly mark their flesh to represent loyalty, history, identity is fascinating. Wutai warriors, Shinra divisions, even random civilians, permanent reminders etched into skin. Unfortunately SOLDIERs' bodies reject permanence. Mako healing makes tattoos difficult to maintain. Which is exactly the thing that emboldens Sephiroth to rebel, if only for a few hours.

Sephiroth: We should get matching tattoos. Symbolic of our unbreakable bond.

Genesis: Since when are you interested in tattoos?

Sephiroth: Since I realized that it's my body and I can brand it however I want.

Angeal: Our bodies literally reject ink, Sephiroth

Sephiroth, sharpening Masamune: Then we'll use fire.

Genesis: Hell yeah

Angeal: HELL NO

*Later*

Zack: Hey, what's that smell? Smells like smoke.

Lazard, sniffing the air: That's the scent that preceeds my foot in Sephiroth's ass.

[lifblogs]

It Does

Week 6 @summer-of-bad-batch Prompt: Battle Scars Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 993 Summary: Hunter works up the courage to ask Crosshair if the scars on his head ever hurt. READ ON AO3

“Does it ever hurt?” Hunter asked, words halting.

He and Crosshair were down by the docks, dusk painting the sky in purple and gold, the waters now dark, comfortable shadows enveloping them. The soft lapping of the water against the wood and the docked boats was soothing, which was probably the only reason Hunter had worked up the courage to even ask this.

“Does what hurt?” Crosshair spat. 

Oh, classic Crosshair.

“Your scars—the ones on your head,” Hunter explained.

“Did you take me down here just to talk about this?”

“No.”

He had just wanted a quiet moment with his brother—he felt all the work they were doing on their house recently had made it so they were always busy, always doing something. Most days Hunter appreciated that, the soldier in him always ready to be on the move, to strategize, to organize, to lead. He was still learning to take breaks, even when he woke up in the middle of the night, having a horrible fear clenching over his entire torso, and stealing his breaths, telling him he was in danger, that his family was in danger, that he was in the middle of battle. He didn’t tell anyone, but he used those moments to work on their home. Today he was just tired, so tired, and he was doing his best to listen to that for once. He had to remind himself he actually had the luxury to.

“I just think we needed a break,” he explained. “Besides, Wrecker, Tech, and Phee took Omega to that night market Shep’s hosting.”

“Yeah, that wasn’t really my scene.”

“So… the scars,” Hunter ventured again, guilt flooding his chest right above his stomach, like he’d swallowed too much of something too quickly, and it burned going down. “Do they—”

“Yes,” Crosshair admitted.

They sat for a bit, listening to the gentle water.

“Of course it hurts,” Crosshair went on. But his words weren’t bitter despite his tone. “Bacta helped to heal from it, but they had to do a skin graft.”

Hunter turned to look at his brother, to look at the scar.

“I don’t blame you,” Crosshair said. “I think I did for a long time, and in a way, I still hurt, but I see the choices we thought we had to make. What happened was inevitable. Besides, I shot you. You should be the one complaining.”

Hunter leaned back, resting his weight on the palms of his hands, watching the gold transform further into a to a deeper purple before his eyes. The lamp he’d brought with them that could sense when it was dark turned on, adding a soft, golden glow to their surroundings, lighting up Crosshair’s scar, casting shadows to the deeper pits in it.

Hunter made himself look, not because the scar was strange, but because he wanted to face the truth of it.

His brother was in pain.

“Sometimes I think my choices hurt more than the scar does,” Crosshair admitted. “I, uh… I had my inhibitor chip removed afterwards. It was my choice. I had AZI do it. I hid it from the Empire.”

Hunter’s eyes widened, and he looked at his face, the face that was still so-often closed off, that was working on showing honesty.

“What?”

“I didn’t want to say it before,” he went on. “It didn’t matter much to me because…” He sighed. “Because, well… I believed in the Empire, even without the chip. I tried so hard to believe in them, to believe they cared, that they’d given me a place, a purpose. I’m s—”

“Don’t apologize,” Hunter said.

Now it was Crosshair’s turn to look at him with confusion. “Why not?”

“The Empire hurt you in ways I didn’t understand—in ways none of us understood. You were working with the information you had, just like I was.”

Crosshair gave a slight shrug, and looked back to the water, kicking his feet.

“Heh, I guess so.”

“You still blame yourself, don’t you?” Hunter asked.

“Just as you do,” Crosshair responded, as sharp as ever, still able to not only pinpoint a precise target, but to understand everything he saw and took in. Watching others had given him a keen understanding of humanity, maybe one even stronger than the one Hunter’s enhanced senses gave him.

Hunter let out a deep exhale, the sound filling his ears, interrupting the beat of his brother’s heart to his senses.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “It’s stupid,” he eventually said. “We’ve been through so much, and we still have these—these battle scars.”

“What, you think scars just go away?” Crosshair asked, tone almost teasing, glancing at Hunter with an expression that anyone outside their family would have thought was disgust.

“No, but… time’s passed, and yet it’s still there. Why does it work that way? What is it doing for us? You know what I mean?”

“I do wish they would leave,” Crosshair admitted. “I don’t… hate you, Hunter. I’m not sure I ever really did.”

“Well, that’s a relief.”

Crosshair huffed out a laugh, and shoved him.

“You’re right though. It would be nice if it could stop hurting.”

“Does it ever?” Hunter asked, referring to Crosshair’s physical scars as well.

Crosshair smiled at him—he actually smiled (Hunter was so going to use this as blackmail)—and he said, “Yeah, it does.”

Hunter knew where his mind had gone, and his had inevitably gone to the same place: Omega, their family.

Hunter stood, grabbing the lamp, and then held out his hand to help Crosshair up. For a moment he felt his chest constrict (but in the most pleasant way) when Crosshair took his hand without hesitation. This was his brother, and he was happy to be with him, and it seemed Crosshair felt the same.

“Come on, I’m still hungry,” Hunter admitted. “Let’s go meet up with the others and see what food the night market has.”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

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If you're like me, then you were born allergic to two things: most tomato-based dishes, and bullshit. Our era's defining characteristic is the latter: we are immersed, nay, assaulted by a fine spray of bovine fecal product at all times, from all possible angles. And now, the folks who once told us that magazines were unprofitable have made a machine that spits out words if you feed it just one rainforest.

Well, folks, we here at Bad Cars Monthly are not going to stand for this kind of thing. Writing well-intentioned but ultimately meaningless hoo-ha in order to pad the word count is our fucking racket, and we're not going to let any glorified Logo turtle play around in our territory. That's why we've decided to go low-tech, as a form of protest. The technology industry demands that we buy the newest and hottest machines, even when we predominantly write about machines made fifty years ago.

Every BCM contributor has been assigned one (1) Coleco Adam microcomputer with English-alphabet daisy wheel printer, and they will be mailing their work products and drafts to our offices. Yes, this means that at least one of the articles you are reading right now made at least two trips in an Iron Duke-equipped Grumman LLV. Low compression. Inexpensive. Durable. That's what the marketeers would call "living our values," if we hadn't already fired them to save more money for postage. And running up the odometer means it's just that much closer to being able to grab one at government auction, so we can try to finish Nightmare Ed's special article series, Going Under 17 Seconds In The Quarter-Mile With A Grumman LLV And Only Some Skin Grafts. I love that man. He even pads the title.

All this is to say, if you're a real, live, flesh-and-blood writer, or just someone who would like to have a Coleco Adam in their house and can write convincing enough garbage to trick us into publishing it, send us a self-addressed stamped envelope with said garbage. Please also include photographs of your Plymouths.

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Villain's Day Off

When their favorite minion Aubrey had pointed out the surprisingly empty day on the calendar after reviewing the month’s planned Villainous Events, they’d decided it was well past due to take some time for themself. It felt wrong to ignore all their professionally-inclined projects to instead focus on other things—personal things! Heavens! Their work ethic is crying—but it was also an exciting prospect. A free day in their usually packed schedule is a rare blessing, and they’re not going to squander it. 

Aubrey had been thrilled when they’d announced their decision to take the day off, so to speak, but when the favorite minion realized the Boss had planned to simply spend their elusive spare time in the lab on a personal project, rather than say, taking a well deserved break at a spa or something relaxing of that nature? Well. Needless to say, Aubrey was driven to tears of despair; practically chewing on the hem of the uniform.

Oh well. 

Villains make people cry, don’t they? 

Guess that’s something. 

Their day off starts in the lab, tinkering around with their prosthetic arm. It’s actually great fun when not being frantically pieced together with slapdash engineering: duct-tape, shoddy soldering, and a prayer. Having the time to improve upon the already sleek design is not something they’ve often been able to do. The tech that makes up their prosthetic is beyond what’s available on the global market, and certainly not FDA approved in any capacity since they’d done the grafting themself—not having access to human testing means they’d had to be the test subject—and the anchors are secured tightly through their skin into the scapula and clavicle. Nano-electrical technology threads into the surrounding muscle fibers and fascia, allowing a connection between the machinery and their nervous system. Being able to disconnect the apparatus from the base anchors to repair the actual prosthesis as needed was critical to the design, but it meant the actual installation procedure would be experimental at best and suicidal at worst. It had been excruciating and left horrendous scarring around the entire shoulder joint, but it was worth every agonizing second in the end.

The nanobots that they’d had to program and inject after grafting the anchor base was a secondary project, but an exceptional addition. The nanobots are what allow internal improvements around the anchor’s base without requiring them to surgically dig out all the deep tissue intrinsic makeup. They also act as monitors for active issues without requiring external diagnostics to be run weekly, avoiding hours hooked up to machines for maintenance scans. Additionally, and blessedly, they function as a secret weapon of sorts; nobody expects the Villain to heal so quickly—so capable of being throttled by the Hero and still managing to stand up again. They may not be physically strong, (barring the mechanics of their prosthetic, of course) but their endurance knows no bounds. 

Their lips quirk up into a crooked grin as they stare down into the internal wiring of their prosthesis. All the minute details wrapped up in an impenetrable metal sheath is a work of art in their eyes, even if no one but they will ever see such beauty. Their toolkit sends off sparks that reflect in the lenses of their goggles as they modify the reaction time of the finger flexion. Dexterity is no laughing matter, after all.

They love their lab; it’s one of their favorite areas of the Lair they’ve built over the past six years they’ve been active as a Villain. It’s not the innermost scientific sanctum, instead one of the more outer sectors of the Lair. There are two halves: divided down the center into medical and mechanical. The Villain is currently perched in one of the metal work stools in the mechanical section, although they’ll migrate back and forth as they test the functionality of the prosthesis’ improvements over the course of the day. There are already a few scorch marks decorating the hem of the left sleeve of their long lab coat, the empty right sleeve knotted off and pulled out of the way as they work. Thankfully, they’re ambidextrous, otherwise they’d never have been able to continue their work after losing their arm eight years ago. 

They woke this morning with the sun, energized and moving through their morning ablutions with a contentment they haven’t had in quite some time. Despite getting an early start with all the excitement thrumming in their veins, their zeal hasn’t faded even though it’s well past noon and quickly approaching dinnertime. The Villain hums under their breath as they tinker away, floating gleefully in their little bubble of mechanical fulfillment, drifting in a place where everything is tranquil and perfect, untouchable and impossible to damage—

—but the shattering of one of the mirrored external windows immediately disabuses that notion.

The Villain pauses where they’re hunched over their prosthetic, blinking behind the dark lenses of their safety goggles before straightening up and setting down their tool. They slowly turn to face the direction of the shattered window, pushing their goggles up onto their forehead almost robotically to reveal their unquestionably unimpressed, deadpan expression.

“I have a front door, you know.”

The Hero straightens from what is undoubtedly supposed to be a dramatic, flashy landing pose, gesturing sharply at the Villain with a furious expression—as though this idiot hasn’t just broken about three separate laws barging into the Villain’s private property like this…

“Villain! The Authority knows you’re behind today’s slew of robberies, so surrender quietly and I won’t rough you up too badly when I take you in!”

The Villain blinks slowly as one brow raises higher with each word out of the Hero’s mouth. They shut their eyes with an exasperated sigh, deflating and pinching the bridge of their nose. What sort of nonsense–!

“Aubrey!” they call loudly, knowing their favorite minion is doubtlessly within earshot.

“Yes, Boss?!” barrelling through the doorway like a bat out of hell, Aubrey freezes at the sight of their unexpected guest.

“W-Who-oaah, shit, h-hey, Hero!!” Aubrey stammers nervously, eyes like dinner plates and clutching that ever-present tablet-clipboard close to the chest. It’s only a matter of seconds before the absolute mess of shattered glass strewn across the floor of the Lab sends poor Aubrey into despair and wrathful fury all over again. “W-What have you done to the window?!”

“The Hero has decided to eschew doorways, Aubrey. For some godforsaken reason it seems I am being blamed for some asinine, puerile incidents—robberies of all things—that have occurred today. I am, for once, completely innocent of these claims as my schedule can attest. As such, relay my schedule for the day to the Hero, if you would please, Aubrey,” they command, gesturing lazily and pulling their goggles back down over their eyes as they get back to work on their prosthetic. They pause, raising their chin to add:

“Oh, and put in a work order for the window.”

“Of course, Boss!” Aubrey chirps, perking up immediately from the despair spiral.

“... you’re serious?” 

The Villain pauses their soldering, peering up at the flabbergasted face of the Hero, staring gobsmacked amidst the minefield of broken glass. Their eyebrow raises upwards again.

“Deadly.”

“Boss has a very comprehensive schedule, Hero, and don’t you forget it! Today is a rare free day, so Boss hasn’t had anything planned, see? Oh, wait—I should show you the redacted version, haha, can’t show any big plans to the enemy! One sec, let me pull that up…”

The Villain returns their attention to their project halfway through Aubrey’s explanation, certain that their most competent minion is no doubt flawlessly using that thorough schedule on their tablet-clipboard to defend their alibi. The Villain quickly loses themself back in their work, finding the presence of the Hero in their Lab irrelevant to the task at hand; it’s not like they’re currently working on anything that could be thwarted, after all, and they severely doubt that the Hero has any sort of engineering or mechanical knowledge that could allow for sabotage of their prosthetic. With zero threat, the Villain feels perfectly safe letting Aubrey rip the Hero a new one, letting the brightly-colored do-gooder poke around while they work. 

They’re in the middle of testing a circuit to check how quickly the upgraded lock-pick kit tucked into one of the fingertips springs into activation when they sense a presence hovering at their side. They continue working as they address said presence.

“Can I assist you in some way, Hero? Surely you’re convinced I had nothing to do with your paltry robberies as proof dictates I’ve been in my lab all day, after all.”

“Ah,” the Hero sounds surprisingly sheepish and out of the corner of their eye they can see the way the Hero rubs the back of a reddish-orange hair-covered neck. It’s a… cute gesture. 

Hm. That’s a new thought.

“Yeah, I uh. I’m sorry about your window… I can um. Pay you back for it, if you send me the invoice?”

“I am perfectly capable of paying for my own repairs, Hero.”

“No, I-I’m well aware, Villain, god, I’m just trying to be nice!”

The Villain hums, amused at the frustration and embarrassment coloring the Hero’s voice, their left hand pausing where it’s in the process of retrofitting the external protective plating of the prosthetic so they can reattach and test it with its new improvements.

“I am fairly unfamiliar with the concept, forgive me.”

“... I don’t know whether to be saddened by that statement or to just feel disgusted by it.”

A tiny smirk flits across the Villain’s lips at the disgruntled Hero, entertained by the clearly irritated responses they’re managing to elicit. Perhaps they should consider teasing their Hero more often if these are the types of reactions they get from such behavior.

“Perhaps you ought to examine that dichotomy more closely at a later date, Hero. If you’ll excuse me,” they push past their Hero, prosthetic in hand as they walk over to the medical side of the Lab. They hook themself up to the simple monitoring system—blood pressure, blood oxygen, EEG, EKG—before reattaching the prosthetic and resolutely ignoring the steadfast shadow the Hero is proving to be.

They run through their standard tests while monitoring their vital signs, recording everything in their encrypted files. They attempt some specialized movements next, noting down successes and failures—thankfully the successes vastly outweigh the failures—and by the end of the trials, the Villain determines the upgrades safe for continued use. A quick rotation of the prosthetic in the base elicits a jolt as the nano-electrical anchors re-establish a few musculoskeletal connections, their nervous system lighting up like early Christmas decorations. A soft hiss escapes from between their clenched teeth as they massage the muscles around the anchor base.

“I-I didn’t realize it was an actual prosthetic,” the Hero speaks quietly, tone serious.

“Hm? What sort of assumptions were you making, then?” the Villain replies, more out of general politeness than actual interest; they don’t want to hear platitudes, least of all from The Hero.

There have been far too many comments over the years about their disability and quite frankly they’re sick of it. Past Heroes they’ve gone up against as a fledgling Villain have said things to them like “oh, I’d have been easier on you if I’d known you were crippled” or “I didn’t realize you had it so bad, you must be suffering” and other variations along those two lines of thought. It’s exhausting to be reduced to a limitation when it’s obvious that it doesn’t actually define who the Villain is in any way shape or form. Bad enough that their family started to write them off as a loss when their arm had been destroyed after being caught in the crossfire of that one fight years ago; they don’t need their adversaries not taking them seriously just because of a few measly missing pounds of flesh and bone.

“I–Well, I thought you’d made like, an exoskeleton or something,” the tone sounds embarrassed, and the Villain risks a glance at their Hero and is surprised to see a rather fetching flush decorating those rounded, yet defined cheekbones, “or-or that maybe you were just really dedicated to an aesthetic or something.”

The Villain snorts, charmed by the Hero’s naive interpretation of such an obvious disability, “No, certainly nothing so fanciful. But I applaud you for an interesting take.”

The Hero smiles: a quiet, soft, bashful thing that makes the Villain’s chest feel like it’s full of effervescence, warm and overflowing.

“I’m actually really impressed you’re so strong even with such a–an injury? I, I don’t actually know why you don’t have a right arm—you could have been born without it, I suppose!” The Hero bites at a slightly chapped, plush lower lip, awkwardness settling over a once-vibrant and energetic form into stillness.

The Villain sighs, “Your first assumption was correct, yes. It was an injury. And no, I will not tell you about it.”

The Hero brightens, a broad grin stretching across a soft face, and the Villain immediately feels as though the universe has righted itself. It’s a feeling that definitely needs to be re-assessed at a later date because it’s not something they’ve ever experienced before.

“Well, then yeah! I’m definitely impressed you’re as strong as you are despite such an injury—in spite of it? Or maybe even because of it,” the Hero says, suddenly thoughtful, “I don’t know you well enough to figure either way, I guess.” 

The Hero scrubs a hand through bright hair, ruffling the already disheveled strands, “Y’know, and quite frankly I’d be worried if I did know you well enough! What kind of Hero gets to know their Villain like that?”

The Hero’s laughter feels like a hug while the use of a possessive before the Villain’s title makes them feel decidedly short of breath.

The Villain wants to keep the Hero, to possess their Hero entirely, and keep their Hero all for themself. 

Forever.

… bit not good, that.

“Hm. Wouldn’t mind being someone’s anything,” they muse quietly and mostly to themself, flexing their right fist and making note with a pleased smile that all the joints move smoothly against one another without any abrasion or noise. They almost miss the soft choking noise that comes from their Hero standing beside them. They tear their eyes from the prosthetic, glancing down at the shorter Hero, only to marvel at the obvious surprise, longing, and the deep, dark blush painting those softer, rounded cheekbones.

Unable to resist a little playful bullying, they reach out,—slowly enough that their Hero could move away if so desired—grasping their Hero’s chin gently in their prosthetic grip. The action elicits a soft gasp from between plush, red-bitten lips.

“Tell you what, my darling Hero,” they drawl, voice low and rich, eyes lidded and locked onto the wide ones belonging to the stunned, flustered prey in their gentle grasp, “I for one have surprisingly enjoyed your company outside of our, hm, working hours, so to speak.”

The Hero’s swallow is audible and the lazy smirk that pulls at the Villain’s lips feels so right. “If you have any interest in perhaps continuing this, ah… parley if you will—feel free to come back next week. I’m sure I can have Aubrey get my thoroughly redacted schedule to you somehow. I have plenty of resources at my disposal, after all, and well… evil never sleeps, now, does it..?”

Their voice has dropped into a rumbling purr by the end of their short monologue, the Hero’s breathing rapid and pulse like a frantic hummingbird’s wing-beats against the sensors in their prosthetic’s fingertips. Gently, they let go of the Hero’s chin, a soft brush against flushed skin seeming to act as a jolt to the Hero’s system, causing the blushing fool to throw every ounce of bodyweight backwards. The bumbling Hero stumbles wide-eyed against tables and lab equipment in the mad dash to get to the door without turning around, fleeing as fast as possible.

The Villain watches their Hero run from their oh-so-tender clutches, buoyed with the knowledge that without a doubt they’ve succeeded in accomplishing something they’d never considered possible before.

They’ve caught the attention of Their Hero: not with cunning, or power, or violence, even. But with conversation and a hint of flirting!

What a fascinating new development.

They can’t wait to see what comes of it.

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[literary-illuminati]

2024 Book Review #25 – The Tainted Cup by Robert Jackson Bennett

The fact that I put in a hold for this is basically a triumph of marketing. I saw Jackson Bennett doing an AMA to promote it, which reminded me that a) he existed and b) I liked the one book of his I’d read. So 20 people in the hold queue ahead of me latter, I finally got a chance to give it a try. Shockingly, this actually worked out incredibly – this was easily one of the most enjoyable reads I’ve had all year.

The book follows Din, a recently promoted Assistant Investigator mainly notable for the incredible invasive grafts and suffusion that left him with grey skin, dyslexia, and a literally edetic memory. The last bit is the most relevant, as his incredibly eccentric Investigator uses him as combination Watson and CSI, running around collecting all the evidence and conducting most of the interviews so she can make her grand deductions in peace.

The case in question is the murder of an esteemed and well-regarded commander through the unconventional method of a tree sprouting in his chest cavity and growing several feet over the course of as many seconds. As things are wont to, the investigation quickly spirals out of control, dragging the investigators to a logistical hub days from the Seawall protecting the empire from leviathan attacks and implicating true imperial grandees.

So, this is a murder mystery. An extremely high concept one, full of leviathan-blood enhancements and supernatural contagion and a whole society structured and organized around the constant struggle to stave off apocalypse, but ultimately still very much an intentionally tropey murder mystery. Every clue is mentioned as Din notices it, always before it’s relevance to the plot is revealed. There’s an extended reveal where the Investigator just lays out the whole mystery as she’s’ deduced it and baits the villain into doing something stupid. One of the supporting cast is revealed to have been one of the killers all along. The entire thing occurs with a ticking clock meaning the investigation has only days to find an answer. It’s all there.

To be clear, this is not at all a complaint. Maybe it would be if I read more mysteries, but as it is the whole set of tropes is a very rare treat for me, and it’s all executed very well. And I adore a well-done drawing-room reveal scene. Not that I did, but I appreciate that I could have tried to outguess the plot and figure out the whole mystery ahead of time from the clues given (instead of just noticing most of them and having a vague sense of where people were headed – though I def thought the governor’s second paying a weird amount of attention to Din was a threat and not the love interest). The whole thing was just a joy to read, even if the characters were all a bit exaggerated and archtypal, and the ending was a bit too neat and tidy for my tastes.

The setting isn’t exactly novel – creepy quasi-horror rich biopunk settings and horrible kaiju whose corpses warp the world around them being harvested and processed for raw materials became fairly well trod ground at some point – but it’s hardly generic or the expected standard either. It’s very well-executed, and the murder mystery conceit basically requires each new relevant addition to the story being clearly explained as we meet it, which was handled with surprising grace/without devolving into multipages reams of exposition too often.

It was very amusingly obvious (and then confirmed in the acknowledgements!) that the entire subplot about ‘preservation boards’ (bodies to ensure there’s no unintended side effects of growing/processing weird biopunk reagents in a given region) being abused to obstruct and delay vital progress to – literally – raise property values for the landed gentry, was directly inspired by Jackson Bennett having read a lot of articles about malicious abuse of environmental protection legislation in the US.

Politics-wise – I mean it’s a conceit of the whole story that the empire is essentially, if not benevolent, then at least necessary and well-intentioned. Riven with corruption and patronage networks, warped for the interests of the landed elite, full of negligence and despair – but at it’s core a good thing to work for, and receiving awards and mandates from on high is a good thing. The issue is the boyars and not the tsar, all that sort of thing. Which works for the story, but I’ve at this point read enough SF/F that really digs into the whole empire thing that the lack of subversion there took me almost by surprise.

Not that the empire’s all nice – the grafted specialists with superhuman strength or eidetic memory or perfect reasoning skills all die after a decade or two of service, and that’s just the price of keeping things running. A major subplot of the whole book is Din trying to hide the fact that his enhancements misfired slightly to make him functionally dyslexic (an issue, when your main value to be a perfect living archive). Not entirely sure if the series is really going anywhere with the whole disability theme beyond the very basic ‘the empire will only survive if it makes it possible for EVERYONE to contribute what they can’ beat it hit in this book – regardless, the fact that Din spend the entire book wondering what had been done to her boss’s brain that e.g. she spent most conversations blindfolded to help her focus, and while doing so can identify most forms of text on a page by touch, only to find out that no she’s just autistic was very funny to me.

[nvrcmplt]

🫴 kippy and einri...? :eyes:

His hands were bloody, meat and sinew over the knuckles as the dagger cut deep into vixen-viper flesh. It was a classic beast of two attributes, the fur sold well in the markets, fangs and venom glands too, but it was a bitch to get into the right position to de-fur since it was such a long-lanky worm with arms. Still, the graft was worth it as the meat was rather tender when grilled on open fires… That, his companions had set up for him in his moments of butchery. Though as he smeared the back of his hand against his chin to rid of an itch, he didn't notice the cut upon his chin from the small skirmish and hissed against his will as it stung.

That was when Einri felt his bubble being invaded and his skin warmed by that of Donkey's own. "Oi." Though he did understand the worry, after all, venom was a bitch to survive without the know how to fix it all, but still, it was erupt to have his head turned to look up at the Horse with all intentions of making sure his veins were blackening up his skin and the likes. Still, it was a little much, weren't it? A snort from the Elf, moving to stand up - and allowing that hand to guide him as he adjusted his bloody mitts to the sides, dagger hanging on a finger as his chin remained up to show the worrywart the small nick.

"Chill, I've got no sweats or flush. Most likely my own arrow fire that got me. That's where I rest the string sometimes…" A sheen in the other eyes, his own relaxing as he understood far too well the smallest wound could be fatal in these times. "I'll let ya clean it up, a'ight? Ya look like you're gunna cry, Donkey."

[blog-site-for-market-research]

Skin Graft Market Outlook, Global Outlook & Forecast 2023-2032

Market Synopsis of Global Skin graft Market:

In 2022, the skin graft market was estimated at USD 4.00 billion. The skin graft market is expected to increase from USD 4.28 billion in 2023 to USD 7.36 billion by 2032, with a compound annual growth rate (CAGR) of 7.01% over the forecast period (2023-2032).

Key players of Global Skin graft Market:

Key players profiled in the report are Organogenesis, Inc., Specmed Medical, Stratatech Corp, Tissue Regenix Group PLC, Avita Medical, Convatec Inc., Medrotonic, Coloplast, B. Braun Melsungen, zimmerbiomet, Stratatech Corporation, Zimmer Biomet and others.

Current Industry Trends:

U.K.’s National Health Service researchers are expected to launch a liquid skin dispersing device which contains a regenerative epithelial suspension which mimic natural skin and reduce wound healing times

Allograft skin graft is expected to lose market share in favour of xenogeneic and prosthetic segments. The advancements in skin graft technology such as biocompatibility and biomimetic material is a reason for the expected development coupled with the drawbacks of allografts such as large surgical footprint

Mergers and acquisitions are ripe as the skin graft market outlook is highly technology oriented with large development cost and times. To cut short development efforts and to take advantage of complementary specialities of other companies are the cause of the mergers and acquisitions. For example, Mallinckrodt plc, entered into a merger agreement with Stratatech Corporation in August 2016 to take advantage of reduced development efforts for StrataGraft regenerative skin tissue and a technology platform for genetically enhanced skin tissues.

Start-ups are a growing trend, as a company with proprietary technology will have an advantage over a larger competitor due to low volume and high value nature of the product, which negates the economics of scale advantage of a larger company.

Market Dynamics of Global Skin graft Market:

Drivers

Rise in the cases of risk factors such as accidents, skin infections such as necrotizing fasciitis or purpura fulminans, burns, cancer, surgeries and others. According to WHO, burns are a leading cause of public health issue causing approximately 265000 deaths annually. The global burn care market size is approximately USD 1.5 billion in 2016.

Technical advancements in surgical instruments such as development of electrical dermatome and drum-type dermatome which has resulted in greater accuracy and control.

Growing occupational hazards such as electricity, high temperatures, machinery and others

Restraints

Complications such as infection, pain and hospital stay

High cost of treatment

Lack of healthcare infrastructure in developing regions

Rejection and immune reactions which can be fatal

Segments of Global Skin graft Market:

The global skin graft market report is segmented on the basis of graft type, graft thickness and applications. Graft type - autologous, isogeneic, allogeneic, xenogeneic and prosthetic.

Graft thickness - split-thickness, full-thickness and composite graft.

Applications - extensive wound, burns, extensive skin loss due to infection, skin cancers and others. Equipment - dermatome (knives dermatomes, drum dermatomes, electric dermatomes, air dermatomes), general surgical instruments, consumables and others.

End users - hospitals and clinics, academic and research and others.

Regional analysis of Global Skin graft Market:

US accounts for the maximum market share due to faster market uptake of new technology, favourable reimbursement scenario and greater expenditure on healthcare. Europe is the second largest market due to large disposable income and rising awareness which is led by France and Germany. Asia Pacific region is expected to generate fastest growth and is estimated to be led by China and India. However Japan has the largest market share in the region as of 2016. Asia Pacific also has a

The Middle East & Africa market is led by the gulf nations particularly Saudi Arabia and UAE. The regions of Africa are expected to witness a moderate growth due to poor economic and political conditions and poor healthcare penetration.

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[bryaraga]

what do you *mean* you got a flesh eating fungus at walmart????

ah yeah. i forget, my lore isn't known on here

so imagine. the year is 2016, it is right before the holidays. i am a very tired 19 year old, working for big Mart. i am not eating well, being heavily overworked, and genuinely unable to shop anywhere/anytime other than after getting off work at the walled market.

i notice a black spot on my gums, which a week later has me hospitalized. hallucinating, swelling, vomiting. basically every symptom of Not Being Well you can think of. i'm told i have a very low chance of survival, as it is rapidly causing cell death in my jaw.

i'm told they will have to remove a large chunk of both my jaw and tongue. i make a lot of jokes about me no longer being able to perform fellatio. the surgeons do not find me funny. i tell them to give me a robo-jaw. they also do not find that funny.

anyways, i now have a baseball sized skin graft and a titanium bar in my face. i count this as like. a third of a robo-jaw. i can still perform fellatio.

[jorvik-aita]

warning this ones long: I didn’t realize how long it was when i wrote it.

POV: Big Bonny, formally: Bonnibel Blair.

AITA for creating robots that are half machine, half human for an evil company? 

For context, I was at this job for months. They company approached me offering me a Job as an “innovated organic machine operator.” At the time I wasn’t sure what that meant. 

However, it must have been something important for I hadn’t heard of the company before. They wanted me to keep things hush-hush reasoning that they were to quote “working on top-secret projects involving the most advanced science and technology that have yet to hit the Jorvegian market.” 

Which sounded like a dream come true. Since my true passion is pushing the boundaries of technology and science. 

However, once I got there things started going horribly wrong. It started off small, first with the workers there seemed to hate their jobs. All were gloomy, nonchalant at best. One of the workers even said that the novelty of the place wear’s off after a while. Only now do I see what he meant by that. 

Then, the job seemed to at first not be what I expected it to be. For after a few weeks there I only hand-cleaned barbed wire fences and polish bolts in the wall. I almost quit then and I should have to be honest. However then, I met the man in charge. That was a mistake. 

The man in charge managed to convince me to stay and to quote “serve Dark Core to the best of your abilities.” I of course blurted out yes before he had finished speaking for he had offered me my true task. And I was so pleased to get to actually follow my passion that overrode any unhappiness. 

Then my True job was reveled. That was to create robots that were part man, part machine. They would be a husk of a human, no emotions, no memories, merely some cogs and wheels with some silicone skins grafted over them. And I then started using dark science, cloning, and secrets only Dark Core knew, that I dare not speak out loud. Heaven forbid write them down.

A few months passed after that event. I sorely regret it. I spent those months buried in my work. Created clones with no emotions, and no thoughts. Their only purpose was to see Dark Core succeed. And to boot their machinery makes them unnaturally strong. I gave them googles to cover their lifeless eyes, and gloves to cover their robotic hands. 

For a while it was only mildly unsettling to create something so life-like that isn’t alive at all. But the thrill of pushing the boundaries of science was far too exciting to abandon. That was until I reached my breaking point. 

That night of my breaking point, I could not ignore any longer how that the more clones I created the more the human workers disappeared. And after a while it was just me and the clones. No humans resided on that rig any longer. I decided to confront my boss in the morning.

However, as I was sleeping in my bunk after a long hard days work, I awoke to fateful nosies. I heard the cries of horses, and cackles of humans ringing throughout the metallic shell of the rig. And the curiosity got the best of me and I snuck out of my bunk determined to find answers. But as they say curiosity killed the cat and it could have killed me in that instance. For what I saw changed my life forever. 

My boss, and four shadowy figures were standing in the middle of a platform. There, towering over them, was a deeply horrible, terrifying sight. I saw there, a portal to an another place, it was swirling with darkness. It was emitting the cries of horses I heard from my bunk. These cries now sounded even more horrible than they did from my bunk almost as if the poor intelligent caring animals were being tortured. My heart cried out for them.

However, before I could processes anything, they turned around, spotting me with ridiculous accuracy. Spotting me like an eagle does with a mouse. My instincts came over me and I fled and grabbed the nearest rickety rowboat I could find. I rowed with such ferocity you would think my ass was on fire. 

I only turned around for a glimpse to see if they were watching. And they were. Thats the last I saw of my boss and the four shadowy figures; them standing at the edge of the platform; watching me row away. I can only conclude that my boss knew what I saw, he knew it was me. And from then on my life has been in danger. 

Once, I got back to the beaches of Jorvik I could swear I could still feel their eyes on me. So I escaped further inland. Since then I have gone into hiding.  I live now in a sleepy small town. I dare not name where for fear they will come get me. Yet some small part of me thinks they let me live, they let me reside here. Maybe they know I won’t dare tell the authorities?

In the end, this sleepy village is where I made my home, doing my best to blend into regular life. I have done my best to process everything that happened. And to process that I was contributing to the evil intentions of Dark Core. 

I’ve been trying to make amends, and bring as many inventions to Jorvik for the better of the island. I first started with making a clone, with emotions, thoughts, and feelings. I called her Little Bonny. And sent her out into the world to live a life like everyone else. Someday she shall be called Big Bonny like me. She didn’t move far from me and I visit her whenever I can. She’s a Witch now in Moorland, helping the youth of Jorvik. I’m proud of her.

Today, I have long been living my fresh start at life. Filling it with the normalcy of mundane life, and not an evil corporation in sight. 

It does feel good to get all of this off my chest. But I can’t help but feel, AITA, for being young and stupid, and creating those clones that contributed to the evil Dark Core has done? 

[sydmarch]

bcus of hannah's doctor bringing up the celebrity skin graft thing + the celebrity steak market i've always wondered how likely it is that there's an industry of lab grown celebrity organs that people get transplanted for fun