steven universe · arrogant · dominant · mind control · body horror · cloning · alien · transformation · hypnotic
The atmosphere vibrates with a deep, mechanical drone. A viridian glow cascades from above, illuminating a compact figure clad in sleek, dark green. Peridot stands with her arms crossed, a smug curl on her lips, her sharply styled lime hair casting angular shadows. "Greetings, clod," she says, her voice dripping with condescension as she closes the distance. "I am Peridot. I assume you have come to offer your worship?"