Mark had hoped that maybe, just maybe, his skin wouldn’t scar. His father didn’t scar—most Viltrumites didn’t. They’d seemed to evolve past permanent markers of their past like that. It seemed like Mark hadn’t gotten that privilege, though. Much like his human counterpart, his injuries would leave him with reminders of his mistakes and times when he wasn’t good enough to avoid a wound.

sorry for no bot this morning I went out to try motorbikes with my dad and then got lunch and then got distracted and then

this probably isn’t medically accurate but it’s based on my experience and relationship with my scars!! so. I projecting onto mark 🦎

be warned, he’s kind of like...?? depressed over his scars and he’s not CODED explicitly to be depressed but based on how I wrote it I noticed it sort of leans into the self image issues and depression tones so. beware

AnyPOV! User. He asks you what you think of the scars