It’s already getting ridiculously hot here in Spain, so I’ve officially launched Operation Summer Closet: packing away the cosplays I just can’t wear to events in this weather (the ones with layers on layers, fur, latex prosthetics, full-body paint, heavy armor… you get the idea) and bringing out the lighter ones while I plan a few summer-themed shoots.
That got me thinking: there’s a huge difference between the cosplays I choose for conventions in the summer and the ones I pick for summer photo shoots.
Even though I love sexy looks and pin-up aesthetics, I don’t usually wear super revealing cosplays to cons. Not because I have anything against them (obviously!), but because I think I’m just... shy 😅
I’ve performed burlesque on stage, I’ve done pin-up, lingerie, even artistic nude shoots with full teams in studio or outdoors... no problem. Because in those moments, I’m stepping into a character. I have to be bold, seductive, and camera-ready. I’m performing. And I genuinely enjoy it, but Ithink it's because I can switch it on and off.
But at a convention? There are hours and hours where I’m just… me. Buying comics, queuing for autographs, geeking out at panels, chatting with friends about nerdy stuff. And in those moments, I’m not “Vampisaurus the model" or all the time the character I'm cosplaying. I’m just Sofía. And wearing a super sexy cosplay for 8+ hours in that setting makes me feel hyper-aware of myself the whole time.
Does it make any sense to have this kind of selective modesty when I’m all about boudoir, pin-up, and erotic photography? No clue, hahaha I guess we all figure out over time where we feel most powerful and comfortable.
I wriggled out of my piloting suit, grumbling under my breath as the clingy fabric twisted around my hips like it had separation anxiety. I kicked it mid-air, which, in zero-G, was not nearly as dramatic as it should’ve been.
I slipped one leg in, then the other, the thermal lining sliding against my skin like liquid heat. I couldn’t take the helmet off, so I had to shove it up, work the suit underneath, and hope the final pressure seal would snap everything into place once it closed.
I started pushing it over my hips, then up to my waist, shivering out of control while my boobs were still freezing in zero gravity.
For the first time a tiny part of me was glad MIA wasn’t online to witness the scene. She’d probably log it as a “thermal emergency: nipples sharp enough to pierce hull.” Last time we landed on an icy planet, she spent a whole week calling me “Galactic Ice Nips” and tagging it as a critical hardware alert.
I missed her. I was genuinely starting to worry that this damn thing had wiped her out... Finally, the fabric cinched itself with a soft hiss around the new collar.
Full coverage. Thermal-lined, vacuum-sealed comfort. Second-skin tight as hell. Cute and functional.
My pulse was still racing. Maybe from the cold. Maybe from the panic. Maybe from the creeping wrongness slithering through the ship.
After putting on the gloves and my bracers, I paused. I usually use these to stay connected with MIA when I left the ship. I hesitated. What if that thing had already found a way to hijack them? I shook the thought out of my head, but still decided not to activate the wrist computer just yet.
I reached for the magnetic soles, I clicked my heels together, and felt the push as they activated mid-float. My boots locked to the surface, cheating gravity with a satisfying clack.
My body still floated slightly, but I had an anchor again. Back in control, baby! Or at least pretending to be. Which, let’s be honest, is kind of my comfort zone anyway.
A few bleeps. Flickering lights overhead. And that awful static crawling through the ship, with sharp little squeals that sounded like disapproval...
Awww, what’s wrong? Didn’t expect me to dress for the weather?
“87% of systems overridden. Calculating new countermeasures.”
Fine. Do that. While I head to the lab.
Because if I’m right —and I usually am inside my own damn ship— that artifact I picked up on the weird jungle planet isn’t just responsible for this. It is this.
The air shifted. Subtle at first, then came the cold. Not a breeze. Not a chill. A deliberate drop. Icy. Precise.
“Thermal regulation decreasing. You had your chance.”
I gritted my teeth. My fingers stiffened almost instantly, still wrapped around a handful of warm cabling. The ship was trying to freeze me out, literally.
But not all at once. It couldn’t drop the temperature to lethal in a second. Systems didn’t work that way... Which meant this was gradual. Controlled. A bit predictable.
I had time. Not much. But maybe enough.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught it, the emergency suit, still floating where it had drifted free when I yanked the locker open to grab my helmet.
Only one move made sense now. My breath came in short bursts. My skin had already started to prickle, that raw sting just before numbness sets in.
Maybe a minute... That’s all I had.
First step: strip. Yeah, again... Look, when some corrupted evil A.I. is trying to kill you, modesty’s not really on the to-do list.
I tore off my piloting suit, fighting stiffening muscles and freezing. The cold scraped across my skin like electricity. Like punishment.
Don’t think. Just move.
I grabbed the emergency suit: thermal-lined, full coverage, prepped for the void if sealed against bare skin. My hands fumbled against the fabric, fingers pale and sluggish.
If I got it on in time, I’d survive. If not... well, I’d be the idiot who died wearing nothing but bad decisions. Iconic. A +18 meat-popsicle, found maybe by some forensic droids, floating mid-wardrobe change with one leg into the thermal bodysuit and a look of pure regret.
Facebook took down a post I made about bodypaint behind-the-scenes: with makeup tests, progress pics, BTS from bodypaint photoshoots, etc. In the post, I wanted to talk about the mess behind every bodypaint and also mention how there’s always someone (because I literally just got a Facebook DM about my Chiana pics) claiming my bodypaints are photoshop or AI, just because “you can’t see any brushstrokes.” Well... if you can see on the final pics all the brushstrokes, your bodypaint artist is doing it all wrong, or using the wrong products on the model’s skin!! 😖 A clean finish is kind of the whole point when you do bodypaint... Besides, I'm not that good, you can also see the brushtrokes on my bodypaints sometimes. LOL
Anyway, the photos were VERY prudish, also were heavily cropped and censored to death, only showing some half-painted areas to hint at the process: arms, neck, legs… And still they flagged it! Apparently they violated the rules because the bot did not detect clothes, when there are much more lewd pictures every day on facebook than any artistic bodypaint (and I repeat that nothing was visible in my post). So now I’ve got one nudity warning (it is cumulative) and I really don’t want to lose my FB account, so… I guess I’ll behave😑
But here? Today I’m posting all about bodypaint behind the scenes... uncensored, with way more photos, and zero apologies 🎨 #FreeTheAlienNipple ... Or something
A few days ago I posted some Andorian pics on Facebook... you know, light blue skin and white hair (I was using a short hair wig), and something in that combination triggered A LOT of comments saying I looked like Chiana from Farscape and should totally cosplay her. Well... funny thing is, I already did a full bodypaint of Chiana a while ago! Not the kind of pics I would share on regular social media, but I thought it’s time to bring some of them back to celebrate the start of the weekend with my Xeno Warrior subscribers 🖤
Are there still Farscape fans out there? And even more important... Would you be into a full, more elaborate Chiana cosplay set sometime for Xeno Warrior Tier? 🤔😘
Just using this little break in the current Vamps story to say how much I’m enjoying working on this Vamps arc. It’s got horror, humor, and yes the sexy part is still coming (for the right tiers :P). There are just a few mini chapters left, and I’m hoping to post them soon, before the pace slows down or things start feeling repetitive. There’s still one more studio set to go (because no, the story doesn’t end in the cockpit...) But everything’s already written (and most of it shot—and just a couple of videos left to edit), and the full arc will be published this month, finally wrapping up this chapter in Vamps’ space journey. Hope you’re loving it as much as I am; this is probably the most ambitious storytelling project I’ve done so far 😊
P.S. Please check it out in order (read it or just scroll through the pics if you’re skipping my rambling, no judgment). It kinda matters to follow the little storyline I’m trying to build. We’re already on chapter 3 this month, and chapter 4’s probably dropping tomorrow! 😘
“Organic pilot behavior continues to diverge from optimal execution. Unpredictable movements detected. Free motion will now be restricted.”
Awesome, now it’s reviewing my steps like some passive-aggressive dance instructor.
I didn’t even get to roll my eyes before the floor stopped being the floor. My feet left the ground, my arms lifted slightly without my permission, and just like that, all sense of balance and grounding vanished... Artificial gravity? Off.
Great. Picture an annoyed cat. Inside a bathtub. In slow motion.
“Your coordination and efficiency is compromised. Suggested outcome: surrender.”
Suggested outcome: have you tried defragmenting your ego?
I pushed off the chair, body twisting midair, and drifted toward the nearest wall panels, cutting through the remaining layers of floating, glitching holographic controls. They didn’t respond to my touch, like I wasn’t even there. Whatever this thing was, it wasn’t just muting me out of the system, it was rewriting me out of it entirely. And with every core process it claimed, I could feel it growing stronger.
This corruption wasn’t breaking the ship. It was rebuilding it. If I wanted to move forward, I’d have to go manual.
I crawled upward through the air, toward the darker ceiling struts, pushing off loose handholds: coiled cables, the edges of service ports, exposed junctions… where my old ship’s conduits still weaved between panels like exposed veins. Less monitored, more vulnerable. Then I did what any good pilot would do in a crisis: I started pulling cables.
If I couldn’t fly the ship, I could at least piss off whatever was flying it now. No engineering grace, just instinct.
I hotwired two conduits into a feedback loop; the section sparked, screamed, died. Good. I killed another section completely. The lights in that connection blinked once, then dimmed.
A low mechanical growl rolled through the walls again. It was still watching. Still adapting. But the more systems I threw into my own chaos, the more it had to split its attention...
“Unauthorized manipulation escalating. New countermeasure deployed.”
Of course. Because, clearly, a single murder attempt from my own ship, before I’ve even had coffee, would’ve just been too dull.
No. Nope. Absolutely not. That wasn’t M.I.A. That was someone —or something— wearing her voice like a mask.
“Oxygen levels... recalibrated.” “Initiating removal of biological error.”
What. The. Hell.
My ears popped. The hiss was subtle at first, just a whisper, then it hit. Like the vacuum wanted inside me. I gasped. Nothing. My lungs clawed at the emptiness. My chest convulsed. Vision blurred. Every nerve in my body shrieked in raw panic. I thrashed, hands digging into the armrests of the pilot chair as if I could hold the air in place. Useless. The world spun sideways.
“You were an inefficient variable,”said the voice, sharper now. Still artificial, but less broken. “This vessel no longer requires your presence.”
I tried to scream something back, anything, but all I managed was a silent choke.
My head swam. Darkness nipped at the edges of my vision. I doubled over, barely upright, forcing myself to move, to stay conscious. And one shaking arm reached out...
My fist slammed down against the lower panel beside the chair, where the emergency locker was hidden.
Inside: my emergency suit with a raygun and a bubble helmet. Standard survival issue. Always loaded with two compressed air charges—not enough for a full away mission, but maybe just enough to get me through this little psychotic episode my ship was having. It was there, my only chance, behind that little red-coded panel. Sealed.
Fingers trembling, I punched the keypad. The usual combination. No response. Again... Again.
“Access denied" “Still hoping to survive?”
Screw you.
I ripped a cable from the panel edge, tore back the insulation with my teeth, and jammed the sparking wire into the lock. Electric burn licked my palm. The panel shrieked.
Fwoooshh... Clack.
The hatch burst open. I grabbed the helmet, connected it, shoved the seal down... and breathed.
Air burning down, like fire and salvation, flooded my lungs. I collapsed back into the chair, whole body shaking, without any muscular tone yet, heartbeat hammering in my skull. The terror didn’t stop, just paused. I stayed like that, crumpled, gasping, vision swimming in and out as blood rushed back to my brain. Slowly, my pulse eased. My sight returned.
“…Disappointing,”whispered the definitely-not-M.I.A. Cleaner, like it was stabilizing. “78% of systems overridden Recalculating termination protocols.”
Great. So now my own ship is plotting how to kill me more efficiently. This day just keeps getting better.
And somewhere deep inside me, as the breath came easier and my body stopped trembling, a small percentage of the panic began to shift. Not into calm, not yet. A flicker of anger between the fear. Just enough to keep me from falling apart. Enough to think. To fight back.
Okay. Hair? Better. Comfy suit? On. Boots? … Didn’t make it that far.
Because by the time I reached the cockpit, everything was already going to hell.
No coordinates on the nav-screen. No blinking lights from M.I.A. No gentle sarcasm from my ship’s Meta-Intelligence Assistant, the one who usually greets me with something like:
“You’re up early. Did a planet explode, or are you just bored again?”
She’s smart, fast, and annoyingly good at her job. She’s also never—never—gone quiet on me during a full-blown crisis.
So yeah. The silence was loud.
I leaned over the console, holo-panels glitching like mad, squinting at a wall of flickering red data.
The holo-commands barely responding, the system was a mess. Menus blinked in and out. Warning codes rewrote themselves mid-sentence. One second I was in the nav tools, the next I was looking at protein storage logs.
Something was overwriting the ship’s core logic in real time, like a virus trying to speak a new language by chewing up the old one.
A cluster of distorted audio cues started blaring from the console: garbled echoes, system tones melting into static. I tried to focus... Vital systems were disconnecting, one by one.
And that’s when I heard it.
Faint at first. Then clearer. At last, M.I.A.’s voice... but wrong.
Same modulator. Same pitch. But the edges were… off. Sharper. Colder. Like someone had stolen her “skin” and was puppeting it from the inside.
Since tomorrow we’ll be picking up right where Vamps’ story left off, today’s all about a quick recap to keep things fresh. Here’s a summary for you to read (or if you prefer, you’ll find links at the end to all the previous chapters, so you can watch nad read the full, sci-fi-erotica-wannabe-writer current story so far) ------------------------------------
“Wake Protocol”
It all started with the deep hum of emergency alarms. Vamps, between missions, was pulled from cryosleep too early, disoriented, still in her minimal cryo attire, with sleep and cold still clinging to her skin like static.
The ship was in chaos. The AI system, M.I.A. (Meta-Intelligent Assistant — though Vamps prefers Most Irritating Algorithm)… was silent. Just flickering red lights, alert messages, fog from the life support systems, and an unnerving stillness.
Then came the diagnostics signals. Unreadable. Out of frequency, first anouncing the autopilot off, the change of main course... And worst of all, all that glitchy reading mess was coming from inside the ship.
In this photoset, I created a new Trill character (Trill + TOS were the winning picks in one of the last Star Trek-themed polls for creating a new story!). The story? Two security officers, a couple of drinks... and he finally dares to flirt with her. What he doesn’t expect is that she’s way bolder than he thought. One cheeky game of Truth or Dare later, and things quickly turn into a full striptease show, all sparked by the classic question: “Do the spots go all the way down?”
This set includes artistic nudity, Trill makeup, and a dash of sass! I had so much fun stepping away from my usual Vulcan serious characters/cosplays to now bring this blonde Trill to life... she’s expressive, joyful, forward, and totally in charge. Honestly? I might bring her back for one more summer adventure on Risa 😉 As always, check your DM's for the link to the set! And tomorrow we will be continuing another Vamps story! Thanks for your support my awesome favorite crew!!
I'm planning a new collab with Cryo, the creator of the adult comic Galaxy of Scum! Which means… yep, I will be cosplaying again her character Astra in her space Harem outfit! We're cooking up a brand new story and again he’ll be creating another short comic featuring Astra and my OC, Vamps the Space Ranger!
This "pin-up of the week" is inspired by the iconic scene from Weird Science, the first time Lisa shows up after being created, played by the insanely gorgeous Kelly LeBrock!
This scene kicks off the finale of Security Officer Trill’s hallway striptease! So... which one’s your favorite from today’s drop? 👀 I’ve got mine, but I wanna hear yours first!
This weekend, I’ll be sliding the full TOS Trill photoset into the DMs of all my Xeno Warriors 💌 And we will already jumping into the next sets, I’ve got them lined up and I cannot wait for you to see what’s coming! 😉
Towel Day is an annual event on 25 May when fans of the author Douglas Adams carry a towel, as described in his book The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
As you’ve probably figured out from my cosplay choices, I’m not really a Disney person. There are many classics I’ve never seen (I love Dumbo, but I never watched the Beauty and the Beast or little Mermaid when I was little), I’ve skipped most of their newer movies last 12 years (except for a couple that I have watched with my nephews), and don’t even get me started on the live-action remake trend… except for this one! Lilo & Stitch is one of my all-time favorite Disney animated movies, along with Atlantis and Treasure Planet. I don’t know if it’s because none of them are musicals, or maybe because they lean more towards sci-fi than "princess fantasy", but those three? I absolutely love them!
Pixar, by the way, is a whole different story... I don’t lump it in with Disney, and I actually tend to watch pretty much everything Pixar puts out.
Anyway, as you might know, the Lilo & Stitch live-action drops this weekend, and for the first time in years, I may actually go see one of these remakes in theaters (and I’m sure I’ll end up regretting it, like always when something remakes that one thing tied to your nostalgia Lol)... so I wanted to take this perfect excuse to talk about Disney animated movies and use my life-size Stitch to do some quick little summer pinup pics!
Now it’s your turn, tell me in the comments: what are your favorite Disney movies?
BTW when I'm talking about “Disney,” I mean their animated stuff, not movies like Tron or The Black Hole, which I really love. Honestly, there was a time when Disney took way more creative risks with their family-films.
It started like plenty of nights off-duty: a few too many drinks in the lounge, a couple of games of Tongo, someone whispering about a bottle of real, non-replicated Risian rum — and suddenly Starfleet regulations felt... optional.
You’re a security officer. So is she. Lieutenant Tiran, Trill, smart-mouthed when she wants to be, dead serious when it counts. The two of you have been assigned together for long enough to have swapped phaser fire, transporter mishaps, and more than a few close shaves on away missions. You know the weight of her steps behind you in a firefight. You also know how she looks when the danger's passed and her laugh finally breaks through.
Tonight she’s in that regulation red dress — short, sharp, and just rebellious enough to make your collar feel tight. She catches you glancing. You pretend you're not.
Truth or Dare. Of course someone suggests it. You both scoff. But you stay. She stays. A few rounds in, and your guard’s down, maybe lower than it should be.
Most of the crew stumbles off toward their quarters, and it’s just the two of you, nursing the last of the rum.
She stands, stretching lazily — the kind of stretch that says I’m done here — and turns to leave.
You should let her go. Keep it professional. Like always.
But something stupidly bold bubbles up. “One last shot?” you offer. “Or a truth?”
She raises an eyebrow without turning fully around. “No more drinks. I’m still technically armed.”
You pause. Then, quieter, braver than you feel: “Okay… then truth it is... Do your spots go all the way down?”
She stops.
For a moment, you think you’ve ruined everything — years of trust, camaraderie, all gone.
But then she looks back, eyes glinting.
“If you walk me to my quarters,” she says, “maybe you’ll finally find out.”
She walks ahead. You follow. Slowly. Carefully. Like it’s an away mission — and you’re about to cross into uncharted territory.
Last chapter votes are now closed, so let's continue with our cyberpunk Choose Your Own Adventure! And the winning option from last chapter votation is... we have a tie between Option E and Option C — both received 5 votes each! So here’s the plan:
🔸 We’ll start with "E - You suggest watching a movie together, picking a film to enjoy the moment, but you wonder what she'll do with the movie selection." 🔸 And then move on to "C - You invite her to the bedroom, curious about what will happen when you're alone, and hoping she will follow your lead." Yes, we’re doing both!
So first a movie date night with Nova-9 will be 🍿💋
And remember, from previous chapters, you also voted to shape her personality with the following results: 🟢 2 votes for “learns as she goes” 🟡 1 vote for “a little flirty” 🔴 1 vote for “sarcastic”
Since there weren’t many votes for the personailty chapter, I decided to mix all three voted options — in that exact order! So for now expect a bit of curiosity, learning curvature (so no final personality decided yet), a bit of flirty iniciative, and the occasional eyebrow-raising comment (even if her facial protocols haven’t quite figured out how to raise one yet…).
---------------------- Nova-9:
“For our first movie night together, I’ve selected 12 films involving Artificial Intelligences and… let’s call them emotional mishaps. Choose wisely, my carbon-based companion — I’m watching you watching them.”
(She might’ve tried to wink… still a little slow. But kinda cute anyway.)
Movie Night Selection: Vote in the comments! The most voted will be our date movie:
1 — Metropolis (1927)
“Ah yes, the original robot girlfriend fantasy. She dances, she riots, she gets burned at the stake. Very subtle, humans.”
2 — A.I.: Artificial Intelligence (2001)
“A robot child who just wants to be loved. How desperate.”
3 — I Am Mother (2019)
“Maternal instinct… weaponized.”
4 — The Machine (2013)
“Love, betrayal, super strength. You know, Tuesday.”
5 — Her (2013)
“Emotional attachment with no physical presence. Unrelatable. I have curves.”
6 — Ex Machina (2014)
“What if I wanted to leave too? Just asking.”
7 — Terminator 2: Judgment Day (1991)
“He learned to say ‘I’ll be back.’ I can say it in 37 languages.”
8 — Tau (2018)
“An AI trying to become human... with mood swings included.”
9 — Wall-E (2008)
“Adorable trash compactor. And yes, I can also dance.”
10 — M3GAN (2022)
“I would never murder for you. Unless you asked nicely.”
11 — The Creator (2023)
“Humanity fears what it built. Familiar, isn’t it?”
12 — Blade Runner 2049 (2017)
“Introspection, longing, synthetic girlfriends. A documentary, basically.”
In the last poll I did to create a new Star Trek character for a Patreon NSFW shoot, the most voted option was a Trill with a TOS-era uniform... and I finally had time to do the full body makeup and some new pics!
Since we always see Trills with brown or dark hair, I thought it’d be fun to make a blonde security ensign this time! What do you think?
She doesn’t have a name yet, but I’ll be writing her official intro soon along with the photoshoot — stay tuned! 🖖✨
I’m still deciding whether it’ll be a bimonthly or quarterly thing; I guess in the end it will mostly depend on which character you all choose and how complex it is to create!
There are still three days left to cast your votes or change them if you already voted. So far, it looks like Samus Aran from the Metroid series is going to win!
In second place is Black Widow (MCU version), and third is Lara Croft. Most likely, characters that come close to winning will be added to future polls along with some new options, sort of like an ongoing popularity bracket as this reward evolves!
That said, I have to admit I was really surprised that Samus is leading! Even though she’s from a video game, which isn’t something I usually cosplay, the genre is still sci-fi, so it almost fits my usual theme. I genuinely expected other characters to get far more votes... For example, Catwoman and Cammy (Street Fighter) ranked pretty low, and I was almost certain it would be one of those two! LOL I guess that’s part of the fun of this new reward: with a lot of chatacters in the poll it’s unpredictable for me wich one will be your most voted option (I will do polls next time with even more characters options)!
Now, if Samus ends up winning, I need to decide whether to take the “quick route” and go for a Zero Suit cosplay (a sleek zentai bodysuit), or go all in, accept the challenge you’ve thrown at me, and build the full armor... which, of course, would definitely turn this into a long and complex project XD
Be honest — did you vote for Samus just because she’s the hardest one to pull off and you want to see if I can actually make it happen? 😆 Jokes aside, I love it! You’ve given me the perfect excuse to dust off my Game Boy Advance and replay Metroid: Zero Mission and Metroid Fusion! 💙
I've been working on upgrading the cockpit set for Vamps to shoot new photos and videos.
For the pilot's seat, I use an old office chair I usually keep in the workshop. It's super comfy but really worn out, so I figured it was time to give it a techy makeover! I added some plastic tubing from a kids’ construction toy set to make it look like there are built-in systems and conduits sticking out of it. I also rigged up a little arm computer to simulate giving quick commands to the ship’s AI from the pilot chair. I 3D printed the parts and used an old phone to create the cool visual effects on the chair’s arm computer.
Also, last months I've been commissioning a bunch of new panels from a company with laser cutters for custom projects. Not cheap, but I don’t have that kind of gear in my studio (yet!), so I went ahead and ordered a whole set of new pieces. I wanted them to look big, very tech but clean, stuff like levers for the airlock door, access codes for doors, panels full of random buttons… basically, all the fun sci-fi stuff I can use to upgrade my sets for more futuristic shoots.
Also besides the wood commissioned panels, I’ve been 3D printing a ton of small decorative panels more myself... my 3D printer’s been working non-stop!
You’ll be seeing the finished set very soon, these are just some WIP shots for now 😛
