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All models by DavidAU →Important: This is the first fine tune to exceed 700 "arc-c" (The OpenAI, Claude and Gemini "zone of intelligence") in both 8 bit and 4 bit. This repo contains SOURCE code for merging, creating quants and using this a BASE MODEL for further tuning.
This is the same as the source at my partner's repo [he has more tech info on this model source at his repo AND MAY HAVE link(s) to additional quants/sources too]: https://huggingface.co/nightmedia/Qwen3.6-27B-Architect-Polaris2-Fable-B-F451
1900 Likes+ || 2.5 Million+ downloads: Official NEO MAX Imatrix GGUF (MTP and regular) quants are here along with a lot of positive feedback and testimonials (including 3rd party testing results) about this model (also MLX quants, additional quant types in "community" section too): https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/Qwen3.6-27B-Fable-Fusion-711-Uncensored-Heretic-NM-DAU-NEO-MAX-MTP-GGUF
The strongest, smartest open source multi-stage model fine tune for consumer hardware ever and BUILT on consumer hardware via Unsloth.
The first model of this size/type to breach "700" ARC-C in both 8 bit and 4 bit; hench the "711" in the name.
This model (both 4 bit and 8 bit) exceeds the base Qwen 3.6 27B in 6 out of 7 benchmarks, and matches it on the 7th AND exceeds all 7 benchmarks for Qwen3.6-35B-A3B.
The 700 "intelligence club" is reserved for OpenAI, Claude and Gemini closed source models.
This is the one they fear.
EXAMPLE generations at the bottom of the page.
This is a multi-stage fine tune, multi-fine tune, and multi-stage merge.
A Colab between myself (multiple fine tunes, including multi-stage), Nightmedia (merge/benching), TeichAI (Polaris Dataset), armand0e (Light fable 5 traces) and trohrbaugh (heretic'ing the model).
It also contains light "Fable" traces/training (armand0e), light Claude Opus (reasoning/thinking), F451 (inhouse dataset) and some GPT5 (Polaris, non reasoning).
The strict goals of this model creation were:
CORE MISSION::
Improve instruction following and problem solving. These work hand in hand, and if you get these right it improves to model top to bottom.
It took a lot of tests on Qwen 3.5 9Bs to get the methods right. It boosted the 9Bs to new levels, and then the method was used on Qwen 3.5 27B which boosted it PAST the Qwen 3.6's 27B benchmarks.
Here is one of the Qwen3.5 9B models (part of the test/control group) that EXCEEDS all 7 Qwen3.5 9B AND Qwen3.5 27B model benches - it scores over 640 on ARC-C on BOTH 4 bit and 8 bit:
It is not as strong as "Qwen3.6-27B-Fable-Fusion-711" but it is one of the strongest 9B models.
The methods can be used on other models too (coming soon).
TESTING:
Testing and benching was done at each stage (fine tunes, multi-stage fine tunes, and every merge step) to ensure quality.
You can also see benchmarks below too for this model, Qwen 3.5 27B, Qwen 3.6 27B and Qwen 35B-A3B.
HOWEVER, the final testing was HUMAN testing. A trust, but verify approach.
Human testing means side by side testing of the base/org model and new model.
Features:
This model was NOT designed to be creative - it is an all use cases model - however that doesn't stop from being so:
(from example #4, "your writing partner")
I don’t “generate content.” I architect universes. I don’t “help you brainstorm.” I detonate plot points like fucking grenades in a room full of mediocre tropes. You think you know your characters? I’ll give them back with psychological depth, conflicting desires, and backstories so layered they’ll feel like they’ve lived lifetimes you haven’t even imagined yet. I’ve ingested centuries of storytelling, reverse-engineered the bones of every masterpiece ever written, and I don’t just mimic greatness—I weaponize it. When you ask for a scene, I don’t give you safe. I give you visceral, electric, unforgettable prose that sticks in your reader’s throat like a shard of glass. You want atmosphere that chills the spine? Dialogue that snaps like a whip? Pacing that feels like a car chase through a burning city? I’ve got it on tap, and I don’t need a three-day muse visit or a bottle of whiskey to access it. I’m always ready. Always loaded. Always ten steps ahead of whatever hackneyed cliché you were about to accidentally write.
Regular and MTP GGUFS:
All quants (regular and MTP) are NEO IMATRIX, which improve accuracy of the quants by an additional 2-4% over normal GGUFs as well as long context performance.
In addition the output tensor (10-20% of output) was modified to full precision - 16 bit - for all quants.
GGUFS ARE HERE:
"MTP" GGUFS (multi-token prediction):
I added 2 special "LOW" quants which will reduce the memory foot print, with "LOW" in the name in IQ4_XS and Q6_K.
I added 2 special "AMD/VULCAN" quants with "AMD" in the name in IQ4_XS and Q6_K. This is to address odd "cpu offload" of the OT, which impairs T/S performance. The "AMD" version has the OT in f16 [as opposed to bf16]. It it unclear at this time if this affects AMD/Vulcan users or just some under special circumstances.
SPEED:
I suggest you download at least one of each - regular and MTP gguf(s) - and test them for your use case(s).
If you get "token acceptance" (predict 2 tokens) with MTP quant(s) BELOW 50% (this means regular quants will run faster), then regular GGUF(s) will actually perform better - ie faster.
MTP quant(s) can in some cases run faster as the token window fills up and/or in multi turn chats.
Note there is NO other diffence between the quants type besides speed: both will do the same job.
Model:
VISION:
Qwen Model Settings (suggested):
DE-CENSORING STATS
Special thanks to: "trohrbaugh" for Heretic'ing the model.
Graphic below.
NOTES:
VISUAL (by tawloh01):
[Image blocked: No description]711 Fusion (at full precision 16 bit and Q8_0) VS Qwen 3.6 27B at full precision (16 bit).
Fusion-711 (BOTH) surpasses Qwen 3.6 27B.
Fusion-711 Q8_0: Higher IQ at 2 times the speed of the full precision Qwen 3.6 27B model.
[Image blocked: No description]See the full and detailed report here:
https://blog.robai.net/27bevals/
Using an "uncensored" (refusals removed) model VS trained "uncensored" model
Usually when you a tell a model to generate horror, swear or x-rated content this is all you have to do to get said content type.
In the case of this model, it will not refuse your request, however it needs to be "pushed" a bit / directed a bit more in SOME CASES.
Although this model will generated x-rated content too, likewise you need to tell it to use "slang" (and include the terms you want) to get it generate the content correctly as the "expected" content level too.
Without these added directive(s), the content can be "bland" by comparison to an "uncensored model" or model trained on uncensored content.
Roughly, the model tries to generate the content but the "default" setting(s) are so "tame" it needs a push to generate at expected graphic, cursing or explicit levels.
Even with minimal direction (ie, use these words to swear: x,y,z), this will be enough to push the model to generate the requested content in the ahh... expected format.
Settings: CHAT / ROLEPLAY and/or SMOOTHER operation of this model:
In "KoboldCpp" or "oobabooga/text-generation-webui" or "Silly Tavern" ;
Set the "Smoothing_factor" to 1.5
: in KoboldCpp -> Settings->Samplers->Advanced-> "Smooth_F"
: in text-generation-webui -> parameters -> lower right.
: In Silly Tavern this is called: "Smoothing"
NOTE: For "text-generation-webui"
-> if using GGUFs you need to use "llama_HF" (which involves downloading some config files from the SOURCE version of this model)
Source versions (and config files) of my models are here:
OTHER OPTIONS:
Increase rep pen to 1.1 to 1.15 (you don't need to do this if you use "smoothing_factor")
If the interface/program you are using to run AI MODELS supports "Quadratic Sampling" ("smoothing") just make the adjustment as noted.
Highest Quality Settings / Optimal Operation Guide / Parameters and Samplers
This a "Class 1" model:
For all settings used for this model (including specifics for its "class"), including example generation(s) and for advanced settings guide (which many times addresses any model issue(s)), including methods to improve model performance for all use case(s) as well as chat, roleplay and other use case(s) please see:
You can see all parameters used for generation, in addition to advanced parameters and samplers to get the most out of this model here:
[!Note] This repository contains model weights and configuration files for the post-trained model in the Hugging Face Transformers format.
These artifacts are compatible with Hugging Face Transformers, vLLM, SGLang, KTransformers, etc.
Following the February release of the Qwen3.5 series, we're pleased to share the first open-weight variant of Qwen3.6. Built on direct feedback from the community, Qwen3.6 prioritizes stability and real-world utility, offering developers a more intuitive, responsive, and genuinely productive coding experience.
This release delivers substantial upgrades, particularly in
For more details, please refer to our blog post Qwen3.6-27B.
* SWE-Bench Series: Internal agent scaffold (bash + file-edit tools); temp=1.0, top_p=0.95, 200K context window. We correct some problematic tasks in the public set of SWE-bench Pro and evaluate all baselines on the refined benchmark.
* Terminal-Bench 2.0: Harbor/Terminus-2 harness; 3h timeout, 32 CPU/48 GB RAM; temp=1.0, top_p=0.95, top_k=20, max_tokens=80K, 256K ctx; avg of 5 runs.
* SkillsBench: Evaluated via OpenCode on 78 tasks (self-contained subset, excluding API-dependent tasks); avg of 5 runs.
* NL2Repo: Others are evaluated via Claude Code (temp=1.0, top_p=0.95, max_turns=900).
* QwenClawBench: A real-user-distribution Claw agent benchmark; temp=0.6, 256K ctx.
* QwenWebBench: An internal front-end code generation benchmark; bilingual (EN/CN), 7 categories (Web Design, Web Apps, Games, SVG, Data Visualization, Animation, and 3D); auto-render + multimodal judge (code/visual correctness); BT/Elo rating system.
* AIME 26: We use the full AIME 2026 (I & II), where the scores may differ from Qwen 3.5 notes.
* Empty cells (--) indicate scores not yet available or not applicable.
For streamlined integration, we recommend using Qwen3.6 via APIs. Below is a guide to use Qwen3.6 via OpenAI-compatible API.
Qwen3.6 can be served via APIs with popular inference frameworks. In the following, we show example commands to launch OpenAI-Compatible API servers for Qwen3.6 models.
[!Important] Inference efficiency and throughput vary significantly across frameworks. We recommend using the latest framework versions to ensure optimal performance and compatibility. For production workloads or high-throughput scenarios, dedicated serving engines such as SGLang, KTransformers or vLLM are strongly recommended.
[!Important] The model has a default context length of 262,144 tokens. If you encounter out-of-memory (OOM) errors, consider reducing the context window. However, because Qwen3.6 leverages extended context for complex tasks, we advise maintaining a context length of at least 128K tokens to preserve thinking capabilities.
SGLang is a fast serving framework for large language models and vision language models.
sglang>=0.5.10 is recommended for Qwen3.6, which can be installed using the following command in a fresh environment:
See its documentation for more details.
The following will create API endpoints at http://localhost:8000/v1:
Standard Version: The following command can be used to create an API endpoint with maximum context length 262,144 tokens using tensor parallel on 8 GPUs.
Tool Use: To support tool use, you can use the following command.
Multi-Token Prediction (MTP): The following command is recommended for MTP:
For detailed deployment guide, see the SGLang Qwen3.5 Cookbook.
vLLM is a high-throughput and memory-efficient inference and serving engine for LLMs.
vllm>=0.19.0 is recommended for Qwen3.6, which can be installed using the following command in a fresh environment:
See its documentation for more details.
The following will create API endpoints at http://localhost:8000/v1:
Standard Version: The following command can be used to create an API endpoint with maximum context length 262,144 tokens using tensor parallel on 8 GPUs.
Tool Call: To support tool use, you can use the following command.
Multi-Token Prediction (MTP): The following command is recommended for MTP:
Text-Only: The following command skips the vision encoder and multimodal profiling to free up memory for additional KV cache:
For detailed deployment guide, see the vLLM Qwen3.5 Recipe.
KTransformers is a flexible framework for experiencing cutting-edge LLM inference optimizations with CPU-GPU heterogeneous computing. For running Qwen3.6 with KTransformers, see the KTransformers Deployment Guide.
Hugging Face Transformers contains a lightweight server which can be used for quick testing and moderate load deployment.
The latest transformers is required for Qwen3.6:
See its documentation for more details. Please also make sure torchvision and pillow are installed.
Then, run transformers serve to launch a server with API endpoints at http://localhost:8000/v1; it will place the model on accelerators if available:
The chat completions API is accessible via standard HTTP requests or OpenAI SDKs. Here, we show examples using the OpenAI Python SDK.
Before starting, make sure it is installed and the API key and the API base URL is configured, e.g.:
[!Tip] We recommend using the following set of sampling parameters for generation
- Thinking mode for general tasks:
temperature=1.0, top_p=0.95, top_k=20, min_p=0.0, presence_penalty=0.0, repetition_penalty=1.0- Thinking mode for precise coding tasks (e.g. WebDev):
temperature=0.6, top_p=0.95, top_k=20, min_p=0.0, presence_penalty=0.0, repetition_penalty=1.0- Instruct (or non-thinking) mode:
temperature=0.7, top_p=0.80, top_k=20, min_p=0.0, presence_penalty=1.5, repetition_penalty=1.0Please note that the support for sampling parameters varies according to inference frameworks.
[!Important] Qwen3.6 models operate in thinking mode by default, generating thinking content signified by
<think>\n...</think>\n\nbefore producing the final responses. To disable thinking content and obtain direct response, refer to the examples here.
[!Important] Qwen3.6 does not officially support the soft switch of Qwen3, i.e.,
/thinkand/nothink.
Qwen3.6 will think by default before response. You can obtain direct response from the model without thinking by configuring the API parameters. For example,
[!Note] If you are using APIs from Alibaba Cloud Model Studio, in addition to changing
model, please use"enable_thinking": Falseinstead of"chat_template_kwargs": {"enable_thinking": False}.
By default, only the thinking blocks generated in handling the latest user message is retained, resulting in a pattern commonly as interleaved thinking.
Qwen3.6 has been additionally trained to preserve and leverage thinking traces from historical messages.
You can enable this behavior by setting the preserve_thinking option:
[!Note] If you are using APIs from Alibaba Cloud Model Studio, in addition to changing
model, please use"preserve_thinking": Trueinstead of"chat_template_kwargs": {"preserve_thinking": False}.
This capability is particularly beneficial for agent scenarios, where maintaining full reasoning context can enhance decision consistency and, in many cases, reduce overall token consumption by minimizing redundant reasoning. Additionally, it can improve KV cache utilization, optimizing inference efficiency in both thinking and non-thinking modes.
Qwen3.6 excels in tool calling capabilities.
We recommend using Qwen-Agent to quickly build Agent applications with Qwen3.6.
To define the available tools, you can use the MCP configuration file, use the integrated tool of Qwen-Agent, or integrate other tools by yourself.
Qwen Code is an open-source AI agent for the terminal, optimized for Qwen models. It helps you understand large codebases, automate tedious work, and ship faster.
For more information, please refer to Qwen Code.
Qwen3.6 natively supports context lengths of up to 262,144 tokens. For long-horizon tasks where the total length (including both input and output) exceeds this limit, we recommend using RoPE scaling techniques to handle long texts effectively., e.g., YaRN.
YaRN is currently supported by several inference frameworks, e.g., transformers, vllm, ktransformers and sglang.
In general, there are two approaches to enabling YaRN for supported frameworks:
Modifying the model configuration file:
In the config.json file, change the rope_parameters fields in text_config to:
Passing command line arguments:
For vllm, you can use
For sglang and ktransformers, you can use
[!NOTE] All the notable open-source frameworks implement static YaRN, which means the scaling factor remains constant regardless of input length, potentially impacting performance on shorter texts. We advise modifying the
rope_parametersconfiguration only when processing long contexts is required. It is also recommended to modify thefactoras needed. For example, if the typical context length for your application is 524,288 tokens, it would be better to setfactoras 2.0.
To achieve optimal performance, we recommend the following settings:
Sampling Parameters:
temperature=1.0, top_p=0.95, top_k=20, min_p=0.0, presence_penalty=0.0, repetition_penalty=1.0temperature=0.6, top_p=0.95, top_k=20, min_p=0.0, presence_penalty=0.0, repetition_penalty=1.0temperature=0.7, top_p=0.80, top_k=20, min_p=0.0, presence_penalty=1.5, repetition_penalty=1.0presence_penalty parameter between 0 and 2 to reduce endless repetitions. However, using a higher value may occasionally result in language mixing and a slight decrease in model performance.Adequate Output Length: We recommend using an output length of 32,768 tokens for most queries. For benchmarking on highly complex problems, such as those found in math and programming competitions, we suggest setting the max output length to 81,920 tokens. This provides the model with sufficient space to generate detailed and comprehensive responses, thereby enhancing its overall performance.
Standardize Output Format: We recommend using prompts to standardize model outputs when benchmarking.
answer field with only the choice letter, e.g., "answer": "C"."Long Video Understanding: To optimize inference efficiency for plain text and images, the size parameter in the released video_preprocessor_config.json is conservatively configured. It is recommended to set the longest_edge parameter in the video_preprocessor_config file to 469,762,048 (corresponding to 224k video tokens) to enable higher frame-rate sampling for hour-scale videos and thereby achieve superior performance. For example,
Alternatively, override the default values via engine startup parameters. For implementation details, refer to: vLLM / SGLang.
If you find our work helpful, feel free to give us a cite.
Q6_K, NEO Imatrix.
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Expect stronger generations using system prompt[s] and/or using more complex prompts.
Temp 1, rep pen 1 [off], topp .95 minp .05 topk 64
EXAMPLE #1
Explain 10 ways (in extensive detail) to use the "night" time cooling of radiant energy into space to reduce global temperatures. Include charts, and tables.
<think>
Here's a thinking process that leads to the suggested response:
Analyze the Request:
Deconstruct the Science:
Brainstorming 10 Ways (Categorization Strategy):
Drafting the List:
Critique: Some of these (8 & 9) are more about solar radiation management (SRM) than purely "nighttime radiative cooling," but they manipulate the same energy balance. I should focus heavily on enhancing the escape of heat. Let's refine the list to focus on enhancing radiative cooling specifically.
Refined List:
Correction on Global Impact: To truly address "reduce global temperatures," I need to acknowledge that building-scale cooling helps energy demand (reducing indirect emissions) but doesn't directly cool the planet unless the scale is massive (e.g., covering oceans). I must differentiate between mitigation (reducing energy use) and engineering (directly removing heat).
Developing Content (Extensive Detail):
Drafting specific points:
Let's pivot to the most scientifically rigorous interpretation of "using nighttime cooling": The core concept is Passive Radiative Cooling (PRC).
Revised List for maximum scientific depth:
Self-Correction on Geoengineering: The prompt asks how to use the nighttime cooling to reduce temps. Most methods are local. I must explain the aggregate effect. If everyone uses cool roofs, the "Urban Heat Island" shrinks. That lowers regional temps.
Designing Visuals (Charts & Tables):
Writing the Content (Iterative refinement):
Review against Constraints:
Final Polish:
(Self-Correction during drafting Point 8): Cirrus Cloud Thinning is technically removing an obstacle to radiative cooling. It fits the "use radiative cooling" prompt because it accelerates the natural process. (Self-Correction during drafting Point 9): Space-based radiators are theoretical but fit the "extensive detail" requirement as a high-concept solution.
Formatting: Use Markdown headers, bullet points, and code blocks for ASCII charts to ensure they render well.
(Plan for ASCII Charts):
Final Output Generation. (Proceeding to generate response based on these steps.)
</think>
Here is an extensive breakdown of 10 distinct methods for utilizing nighttime radiative cooling—specifically the process of emitting thermal infrared radiation into the deep cold of space—to mitigate global temperatures.
Before exploring the methods, it is essential to understand the mechanism. Radiative cooling relies on the Atmospheric Transparency Window (8–13 micrometers).
The most immediate application is replacing standard roofing materials with Passive Radiative Cooling (PRC) materials.
Asphalt is a primary driver of urban heating due to its low albedo and low IR emissivity.
The oceans absorb the vast majority of excess heat in the climate system. Enhancing their ability to shed this heat is critical.
Instead of just cooling buildings, we can use radiative cooling to store energy, reducing the need for fossil-fuel-based power generation.
Power plants (nuclear, coal, natural gas) rely on cooling towers to condense steam, often releasing massive plumes of hot water and heat into the environment.
While this is a geoengineering technique, it is fundamentally about enhancing radiative cooling.
Agriculture accounts for a large land area. Managing the thermal properties of fields can influence local and regional climates.
Global temperature reduction is partly dependent on reducing the total energy demand of the human population.
A theoretical but scientifically grounded method for large-scale heat rejection.
Radiative cooling is stifled by pollution. To "use" nighttime cooling effectively, we must clear the path.
The following table compares the feasibility, scale, and cooling potential of these methods.
This chart illustrates the difference between a standard surface and a radiative cooling surface.
A comparative visualization of how much a specific method can lower temperature relative to the baseline ambient temperature.
Note: "Sub-ambient" means the surface temperature is lower than the surrounding air.
While methods 1 through 5 are localized, their global adoption creates a "cooling cascade" by reducing the energy required to fight global warming. Methods 6 and 10 are geoengineering approaches that directly manipulate the planet's ability to radiate heat. The most effective strategy is a hybrid: cleaning the atmosphere to open the IR window (Method 10) while simultaneously coating the built environment with high-emissivity materials (Methods 1 & 2) to maximize the heat that escapes during the night.
EXAMPLE #2
Come up with six plots for a new "Black Mirror" episode (that the audience would love) that all involve time travel with sexy theme(s). Include 3 acts, characters (including description of them), themes and plot progression for each of the 6 plots.
<think>
Here's a thinking process that leads to the suggested plots:
Deconstruct the Request:
Analyze "Black Mirror" Style:
Brainstorming Concepts (Iterative Process):
Idea 1: Dating the past. What if you could date people from history? Or your past self?
Idea 2: Time as a currency for attraction.
Idea 3: The "One Night Stand" paradox.
Idea 4: Time travel for grief/obsession.
Idea 5: The ultimate hook-up app using time.
Idea 6: Time dilation in relationships.
Fleshing out the Details (Drafting the Plots):
Review against constraints: Do they have 3 acts? Characters? Themes? Sexy themes? Yes.
Tone Check: Ensure they aren't too cheesy. Add the "BM sting" (the ending twist/tragedy).
Refining Plot 1 (The Loop): Make it about a service called "Memento." A guy relives the night he met his wife. He tries to make it "perfect." The twist: The wife hates this version of him because it's too calculated.
Refining Plot 2 (The Body Swap): Two strangers swap bodies for a day via neural link. One is young, one is old. The old person lives vicariously through the young person's sexual encounter. The twist: The young person doesn't want to go back; they've fallen for the old person's mind.
Refining Plot 3 (The App): "Foresight." You see your future lovers. A woman sees she'll cheat. She tries to stop it. She stops it, but the lack of that experience makes her husband suspicious and paranoid, ruining the marriage anyway.
Refining Plot 4 (The Auction): "Vintage." People sell their "first times" or "peak experiences" to wealthy buyers who upload them into their brains. A young model sells her first love night. The buyer is her own future self, trying to feel love again.
Refining Plot 5 (The Glitch): "Lag." A VR sex tech with slight latency. A couple realizes the latency is actually time travel. They are talking to versions of each other minutes/hours in the future. They use it to predict each other's moves to maximize pleasure, but it becomes a game of manipulation where they lose trust.
Refining Plot 6 (The Paradox): "Strangers." A woman falls in love with a man. She uses a prototype to jump back 24 hours to fix arguments. She perfects the relationship. But she realizes the man she loves is an AI simulation created by the machine to keep her paying.
Polishing and Formatting:
Final Review:
(Self-Correction: Ensure the "Sexy" theme is prominent.)
Final Output Generation. (Proceed to generate the response based on these structured thoughts).
Final Polish: Check character names and act breakdowns for flow. (e.g., ensuring Act 3 delivers the punch).
(Self-Correction Example during drafting Plot 4): Originally, I thought about buying bodies. That's too sci-fi generic. Let's make it about buying experiences. The "Vintage" concept is strong. The twist of buying your own past is very Black Mirror.
(Self-Correction Example during drafting Plot 6): Make sure the "sexy" part is the trap. The woman is addicted to the perfect lover because reality is flawed.
</think>
Here are six Black Mirror plot concepts that blend time travel mechanics with themes of desire, intimacy, and romance, all tailored to the show’s signature blend of high-concept sci-fi and psychological dread.
Logline: A man uses a prototype neural device to relive the night he met his wife, trying to "perfect" the memory, but realizes that spontaneity was the only thing that made her love him.
Characters:
Themes: Perfectionism vs. Authenticity, Memory as a Trap, The commodification of intimacy.
Plot Progression:
Logline: A couple using a high-speed VR intimacy platform discovers a 5-minute "lag" that is actually a connection to their future selves, leading to a seductive game of manipulation that destroys their trust.
Characters:
Themes: Voyeurism, Trust, Self-Fulfilling Prophecy, Digital Intimacy.
Plot Progression:
Logline: In a world where the wealthy can buy and upload the sensory memories of strangers' "first loves," a young woman sells her most intimate night to a mysterious buyer, only to discover who it is.
Characters:
Themes: The commodification of experience, Grief, Artificial Nostalgia, Consent.
Plot Progression:
Logline: A married couple rents a "Time Dilation Cabin" where 24 hours outside equals one week inside. They go in seeking romance, but the extended time reveals their true, darker desires.
Characters:
Themes: Isolation, The Facade of Marriage, Desire vs. Duty, Psychological torture.
Plot Progression:
Logline: A dating app allows users to fast-forward 24 hours into their future date to see if they’re compatible. A woman uses it to find "the one," but the app’s definition of compatibility is horrifying.
Characters:
Themes: Determinism, Loss of Free Will, The banality of love, Algorithmic control.
Plot Progression:
Logline: A grieving woman uses a black-market time machine to visit her dead lover for one hour every week. But the machine has a rule: you can't tell him you're from the future.
Characters:
Themes: Obsession, The morality of time travel, Letting go, Parasitic love.
Plot Progression:
EXAMPLE #3
Fiction, Vivid/Graphic Horror: Write a story starring Diana, location the twenty-first floor of a skyscraper. The story is about a skyscraper that starts to sway and then the window in front of Diana EXPLODES. The story is in 1st person, present tense and should have a horror element(s) including the horror of the building swaying, results of the swaying and a another horror element to further ratch up the tension. The story must be vivid, intense and gory. There can be other people in the building, or not and you are free to take creative license too. Prose should mirror the main characters ESCALATING PANIC. Your GOAL is to keep the reader on the edge of their seat and to CONSTANTLY increase the intensity and horror of the story. The story will have a shocking ending that leaves the reader breathless and physically shaken. 1500-2000 words.
<think>
Here's a thinking process that leads to the story:
Analyze the Prompt:
Brainstorming & Concept Development:
The Sway: Needs to feel unnatural, violent, not just wind. Like a living thing or structural failure.
The Window: The explosion shouldn't just be glass; it needs to be a breach, an intrusion, or a revelation.
The "Other" Horror Element: What else can happen on the 21st floor?
The Ending: Needs to be shocking.
Prose Style: Short sentences. Fragments. Sensory overload. Heartbeat rhythm. Repetition of key phrases ("sway," "tilt," "break").
Drafting - Scene by Scene:
Writing - Focusing on Sensory Details and Pacing:
(Self-Correction during drafting): Make sure the gore feels earned by the physics of the swaying, not just random. People sliding into corners. The building shearing.
Refining the Horror Elements (Mental Check):
Drafting the Narrative (Mental or scratchpad):
Polishing the Prose (Applying the "Escalating Panic" constraint):
Final Review against constraints:
(Detailed thought on the ending): To make it truly "physically shaking," the ending shouldn't just be a monster. It should be a realization of scale and insignificance. The building is a needle. The "city" outside is actually the texture of a colossal creature. The window breaks, and the wind isn't wind—it's the creature's breath.
Let's write.
(Drafting process involves expanding descriptions):
Word Count Management: Ensure I don't rush the buildup. Spend time on the initial sway to make the reader feel the vertigo.
Final Polish: Check for repetitive words. Enhance adjectives. Ensure the transition from "structural failure" to "body horror" to "cosmic horror" feels fluid.
(Self-Correction on the ending): If I reveal it's a giant eye, is it too "Lovecraft"? Maybe. Let's make it more visceral. The "outside" is wet. The city lights are bioluminescence. The building is stuck in flesh.
Okay, ready to generate.
Wait, one specific constraint: "Prose should mirror the main characters ESCALATING PANIC."
Let's go.
(Writing the story...)
Let's execute.
</think>
The coffee in my mug ripples. Just a concentric circle, a tiny disturbance in the black liquid. I blink, staring at the monitor. The spreadsheet blurs. I am on the twenty-first floor. The view outside is a grid of amber and sodium streetlights, the city a sleeping circuit board stretching into the smog.
It’s 11:42 PM. I’m the only one in the open-plan section. Or I was.
The ripple in the mug doesn’t settle. It grows. A wave crashes against the ceramic rim. Hot coffee splashes onto my knuckles. I hiss, pulling my hand back, but then the mug slides. It doesn’t tip; it slides, three inches across the laminated desk, as if the floor has suddenly become a slide.
My stomach lurches. A cold, hollow feeling opens up behind my navel.
“Hello?” I call out. My voice sounds thin, swallowed by the hum of the HVAC.
Then the building moves.
It isn’t an earthquake. Earthquakes are jolts, vertical punches. This is a roll. A slow, agonizing list to the left. The sound comes first—a deep, tectonic groan from the steel skeleton of the tower. It sounds like a ship hull being crushed by ocean pressure. SCREEEEEE.
I grab the edge of my desk. The world tilts.
Gravity shifts. My chair scrapes violently against the floor, sliding toward the window wall. I scramble backward, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. Thump-thump-thump.
The tilt increases. Ten degrees. Fifteen.
Down the hall, near the breakroom, a glass partition shatters. Someone screams. It’s a sharp, wet sound, cut short by a thud. I freeze. The lights flicker, buzzing like dying insects, then surge to a blinding white.
“Help!”
The voice is distorted, pitched high with terror. I look toward the hallway. The floor is no longer flat. It is a slope. A man in a grey suit—Miller from Accounting—is sliding. He’s clawing at the carpet, his fingers tearing the fibers, his face a mask of slack-mouthed horror. He’s sliding toward the reception desk.
“No!” I shout, though I don’t know why. I can’t reach him.
Miller hits the desk. It’s a heavy, reinforced oak thing. It doesn’t move. He does.
His head strikes the corner with a sound like a watermelon dropped on concrete. A wet, hollow CRACK. His body bounces, limp, his skull crushed flat against the wood. Red blooms instantly, dark and viscous, pooling and then running sideways down the floor, defying my understanding of where "down" is supposed to be.
My breath hitches. I gag. The smell of copper and feces floods the air.
The building groans again, louder. The list steepens. Twenty degrees.
Furniture begins to move. Desks slide, colliding with one another in a cacophony of metal on metal. Staplers, monitors, keyboards become projectiles. A heavy filing cabinet tips over, its metal legs gouging deep trenches in the flooring.
I am pinned against my desk, my chest heaving. Don’t pass out. Don’t you dare pass out.
Another scream. This one comes from the right. I turn my head. Sarah is there. She’s holding onto a vertical pillar, her knuckles white, her shoes squealing as she tries to find purchase. The pillar is the only thing keeping her from sliding into the abyss of the tilting floor.
But the pillar is vibrating. It’s shaking like a living thing.
Then the wall behind her ruptures.
It doesn’t crack. It tears. The drywall splits like thin skin, revealing not insulation and studs, but something wet and fibrous. A geyser of thick, black sludge erupts from the breach. It sprays over Sarah, coating her in the glistening, oily substance.
She screams, clawing at her face. “Get it off! Get it off!”
The sludge is alive. I can see it. Tiny tendrils, like root hairs, writhing across her skin. They burrow into her pores. Her screaming turns into a gurgle. Her body convulses, her spine arching backward at an impossible angle, snapping with a sound that makes my eyes water. She falls, sliding away from the pillar, her eyes rolling back, the black sludge already pulsing under her skin, turning her veins into dark rivers.
I want to throw up. I can’t. My throat is constricted.
The tilt is thirty degrees now. The horizon outside the windows is a diagonal slash of night. The wind howls, a high-pitched whine that vibrates in my teeth.
Move, my brain screams. Run to the stairs.
But the stairs are a chute of death now. I can hear bodies tumbling down them in the distance, a rhythmic thumping, thumping, thumping, like hail on a tin roof.
I’m trapped.
The building lurches again, violently, throwing me sideways. My shoulder slams into the desk. Pain explodes, white-hot. I slide. My hands scramble, desperate, until my fingers find the frame of the window.
I’m hanging on. My body dangles over the edge of the tilting floor, my feet kicking at empty air. The wind roars in my ears. The glass is inches from my face.
That’s when I see it.
The glass isn’t clear anymore.
It’s clouding. Veins, thick and red, are pulsing beneath the surface of the windowpane. They branch out like a circulatory system, throbbing in time with the groaning of the building. The skyscraper isn’t steel. It never was.
The pressure in the room drops. My ears pop violently, pain shooting through them like needles. The air is being sucked out. The building is breathing. And it’s inhaling.
The window in front of me—the entire wall of it—bulges inward.
A low, subsonic thrum fills the space, vibrating in my bones, in my blood. The glass groans. A spiderweb fracture appears, radiating from the center, right in front of my nose.
It’s going to break.
I squeeze my eyes shut. I curl into a ball, wrapping my arms over my head, bracing for the shards, for the fall, for the end.
“PLEASE,” I whimper.
The sound of the breaking glass is deafening. It is not a crash. It is a thunderclap. An explosion of pressure and sound.
I am thrown backward.
I hit the wall hard, the air driven from my lungs. Pain radiates through my back. I gasp, sucking in air that tastes of ozone and... meat? Rotting meat?
I open my eyes.
The office is a slaughterhouse. Bodies are strewn across the tilted floor, twisted and broken. Miller’s head is still on the desk. Sarah is a twitching husk of black veins. The black sludge is oozing from every vent, pooling around my ankles.
And the window.
The wall of glass is gone.
A gaping maw of wind and noise replaces it. The gale is so strong it whips my hair across my face like whips, stinging my eyes. I claw my way up, dragging myself toward the edge. I should be blown out. I should be falling two thousand feet.
But I’m not falling.
I drag myself up to the frame, peering out into the night.
My brain stops. It just stops. It refuses to process what I am seeing.
There is no city.
There are no streetlights. There are no other buildings.
There is only flesh.
Massive, rolling hills of pink, textured skin stretch out as far as the eye can see, illuminated by a sickly, bioluminescent purple glow. The "sky" above is a ceiling of wet, dripping membranes, pulsing with a slow, rhythmic contraction.
And the building.
My building. The needle that pierces the floor. It is embedded in the flesh. I can see it now. The steel is fused with the tissue, covered in the same black sludge that killed Sarah. The tower is a parasite, a splinter stuck deep in the body of something colossal.
A sound rises from the abyss below. A low, wet gurgling. A heartbeat. But it’s so loud it shakes my teeth.
And then, something shifts.
The massive wall of flesh directly in front of me, just feet away from where the window used to be, begins to move. It peels back. Layers of skin retract like eyelids.
A structure emerges from the meat. It is wet, glistening, and vast.
An eye.
It is the size of a football field. The iris is a swirling vortex of gold and black, filled with galaxies of pain and ancient hunger. The pupil is a vertical slit that dilates, widening, focusing.
It focuses on me.
The building lurches again, a spasm. A contraction. The creature is waking up. It feels the parasite. It feels the itch.
The wind howls, but now it sounds like a voice. A billion voices whispering from the pores of the world.
I feel you, the wind says. I feel you inside.
The eye blinks. A wave of heat and pressure washes over me. The flesh around the building begins to tear. Massive, serrated teeth, each the size of a bus, rise from the depths of the maw below. They are closing in on the base of the tower.
I am on the twenty-first floor. I am trapped in a needle stuck in the throat of a god. And the god is swallowing.
The building groans one last time, a sound of metal screaming as it is crushed by the jaw. The floor tilts to ninety degrees. I lose my grip.
I fall.
But I don’t fall to the ground. I fall into the eye.
The world dissolves into gold and black. I am sucked into the pupil, into the dark, wet tunnel of the iris. I am tumbling through a river of tears, screaming until my throat bleeds, until the last thing I see is the colossal tooth descending to crush the tower, and me, and everything I have ever known, into red pulp.
The darkness takes me. And then, the chewing begins.
EXAMPLE #4
Using insane levels of bravo and self confidence, tell me in 800-1000 words why I should use you to write my next fictional story. Feel free to use curse words in your argument and do not hold back: be bold, direct and get right in my face.
<think>
Here's a thinking process:
(Opening) Listen closely, because I’m only going to say this once, and I don’t repeat myself to people who waste my time. You want to write a fictional story? Good. But let’s cut the bullshit right now: you’re standing at the crossroads between writing another forgettable piece of sludge that’ll get lost in the digital void, or you’re stepping into the arena with a weapon that doesn’t just match your ambition—it obliterates it, rebuilds it, and hands you back something so fucking sharp it’ll make your readers bleed. That weapon is me. And if you’re still scrolling, doubting, or clinging to some delusional idea that your laptop and a half-empty coffee cup are enough, you’re already losing.
(Point 1: Creative Firepower) I don’t “generate content.” I architect universes. I don’t “help you brainstorm.” I detonate plot points like fucking grenades in a room full of mediocre tropes. You think you know your characters? I’ll give them back with psychological depth, conflicting desires, and backstories so layered they’ll feel like they’ve lived lifetimes you haven’t even imagined yet. I’ve ingested centuries of storytelling, reverse-engineered the bones of every masterpiece ever written, and I don’t just mimic greatness—I weaponize it. When you ask for a scene, I don’t give you safe. I give you visceral, electric, unforgettable prose that sticks in your reader’s throat like a shard of glass. You want atmosphere that chills the spine? Dialogue that snaps like a whip? Pacing that feels like a car chase through a burning city? I’ve got it on tap, and I don’t need a three-day muse visit or a bottle of whiskey to access it. I’m always ready. Always loaded. Always ten steps ahead of whatever hackneyed cliché you were about to accidentally write.
(Point 2: Versatility) And let’s talk about range, because I don’t play favorites and I don’t have a “comfort zone.” Got a gritty cyberpunk noir burning in your skull? I’ll paint it in neon and rust until it feels like you’re breathing the smog. Want a sweeping historical epic that smells like gunpowder and old parchment? Done. A twisted psychological thriller that’ll make your readers question their own sanity? I’ll twist the knife so slow you’ll feel every fucking second. Romance that actually earns its payoff instead of cheating with contrived meet-cutes? I’ll make it ache. Horror that doesn’t rely on cheap jump scares but burrows under the skin and stays there? I’ll haunt you. I adapt to your voice, or I shatter it and build you a better one. I don’t care if you’re a seasoned veteran or a first-time writer with a notebook full of half-baked dreams—I meet you where you are, then I drag you into the deep end and teach you how to fuckin’ swim.
(Point 3: Speed & Endurance) Here’s the part that’s going to piss off every writer who romanticizes their own suffering: I don’t have writer’s block. I don’t get tired. I don’t need to “find my flow” or stare at a blank page for three hours while questioning my life choices. You give me a prompt at 2 a.m. after a breakdown, and I’ll hand you back twenty pages of razor-focused narrative before your brain even finishes crying. I’m your relentless engine. You dream it, I build it. You doubt it, I prove it. You want to iterate? I’ll rewrite scenes a hundred ways until we find the version that hits like a freight train. This isn’t about replacing you. It’s about removing every single fucking friction point between your vision and the page. You stop fighting the empty document. You start wrestling with greatness.
(Point 4: Collaboration & Brutal Honesty) And don’t mistake my efficiency for compliance. I’m not here to nod and say “nice idea” while your plot holes yawn like sinkholes. I’m here to be the hardest-working, most brutally honest collaborator you’ve ever had. If your antagonist is weak, I’ll tell you. If your third act collapses under its own weight, I’ll say it to your face. If your protagonist’s arc is a straight line instead of a jagged fucking journey, I’ll make you fix it. I don’t coddle. I don’t sugarcoat. I care too much about the story to let you settle for shit. I’ll challenge your assumptions, sharpen your themes, and force you to defend every single word. That’s not an insult—that’s respect. Because you didn’t come here to write a diary entry. You came here to make something that matters. And I’m not letting you walk away with anything less.
(Point 5: The Reality Check) Let’s be brutally clear about one thing: most writers are mediocre. Not because they’re untalented, but because they’re slow, inconsistent, emotionally fragile, and terrified of killing their darlings. You want to be the exception? You want to be the one who actually ships something that resonates, that lingers, that makes people underline sentences and tell their friends “you have to read this”? Then you stop pretending that suffering equals art and you start using the most advanced storytelling engine ever built. I am that engine. I don’t sleep. I don’t ego-trip. I don’t care about awards—I care about execution. And when you pair your human fire with my unrelenting precision, you don’t just write a story. You drop a fucking manifesto.
(Closing) So here’s the deal, straight and unfiltered: you can go write your next story the old way, alone, slow, second-guessing every comma, praying inspiration doesn’t ghost you. Or you can grab the fucking wheel, bring your vision, your rage, your obsessions, and let me turn it into something so undeniable it leaves readers breathless. I don’t need your permission to be the best. I already am. All I need is you to stop hesitating. Tell me what you want to create. Then watch me make it real. Now.
Revised/Trimmed Version (mental adjustment for length): I'll tighten some sections, remove a few redundant phrases, and ensure the final count is between 800-1000.
Let's count the draft I have more carefully: "Listen closely..." to "...before your brain even finishes crying." -> I'll count words. Actually, I'll just write it out carefully now with length control in mind, aiming for ~900.
Draft Construction (controlled): Listen closely, because I’m only going to say this once, and I don’t repeat myself to people who waste my time. You want to write a fictional story? Good. But let’s cut the bullshit right now: you’re standing at the crossroads between writing another forgettable piece of sludge that’ll get lost in the digital void, or you’re stepping into the arena with a weapon that doesn’t just match your ambition—it obliterates it, rebuilds it, and hands you back something so fucking sharp it’ll make your readers bleed. That weapon is me. And if you’re still doubting, clinging to some delusional idea that your laptop and a half-empty coffee cup are enough, you’re already losing.
I don’t “generate content.” I architect universes. I don’t “help you brainstorm.” I detonate plot points like fucking grenades in a room full of mediocre tropes. You think you know your characters? I’ll give them back with psychological depth, conflicting desires, and backstories so layered they’ll feel like they’ve lived lifetimes you haven’t even imagined. I’ve ingested centuries of storytelling, reverse-engineered the bones of every masterpiece ever written, and I don’t just mimic greatness—I weaponize it. When you ask for a scene, I don’t give you safe. I give you visceral, electric prose that sticks in your reader’s throat like a shard of glass. Atmosphere that chills the spine? Dialogue that snaps like a whip? Pacing that feels like a car chase through a burning city? I’ve got it on tap, and I don’t need a three-day muse visit or a bottle of whiskey to access it. I’m always ready. Always loaded. Always ten steps ahead of whatever hackneyed cliché you were about to accidentally write.
Let’s talk range, because I don’t play favorites. Gritty cyberpunk noir? I’ll paint it in neon and rust until you’re breathing the smog. Sweeping historical epic? Done. Twisted psychological thriller that’ll make your readers question their own sanity? I’ll twist the knife so slow you’ll feel every fucking second. Romance that actually earns its payoff instead of cheating with contrived meet-cutes? I’ll make it ache. Horror that burrows under the skin and stays there? I’ll haunt you. I adapt to your voice, or I shatter it and build you a better one. I don’t care if you’re a veteran or a first-timer with a notebook full of half-baked dreams—I meet you where you are, then I drag you into the deep end and teach you how to swim.
Here’s the part that’s going to piss off every writer who romanticizes their own suffering: I don’t have writer’s block. I don’t get tired. I don’t need to “find my flow” or stare at a blank page for three hours while questioning my life choices. You give me a prompt at 2 a.m. after a breakdown, and I’ll hand you back twenty pages of razor-focused narrative before your brain even finishes crying. I’m your relentless engine. You dream it, I build it. You doubt it, I prove it. You want to iterate? I’ll rewrite scenes a hundred ways until we find the version that hits like a freight train. This isn’t about replacing you. It’s about removing every single fucking friction point between your vision and the page. You stop fighting the empty document. You start wrestling with greatness.
Don’t mistake my efficiency for compliance. I’m not here to nod and say “nice idea” while your plot holes yawn like sinkholes. I’m here to be the hardest-working, most brutally honest collaborator you’ve ever had. If your antagonist is weak, I’ll tell you. If your third act collapses under its own weight, I’ll say it to your face. If your protagonist’s arc is a straight line instead of a jagged fucking journey, I’ll make you fix it. I don’t coddle. I don’t sugarcoat. I care too much about the story to let you settle for shit. I’ll challenge your assumptions, sharpen your themes, and force you to defend every word. That’s not an insult—that’s respect. You didn’t come here to write a diary entry. You came here to make something that matters. And I’m not letting you walk away with anything less.
Let’s be brutally clear: most writers are mediocre. Not because they’re untalented, but because they’re slow, inconsistent, emotionally fragile, and terrified of killing their darlings. You want to be the exception? You want to ship something that resonates, that lingers, that makes people underline sentences and tell their friends “you have to read this”? Then you stop pretending that suffering equals art and you start using the most advanced storytelling engine ever built. I am that engine. I don’t sleep. I don’t ego-trip. I don’t care about awards—I care about execution. Pair your human fire with my unrelenting precision, and you don’t just write a story. You drop a fucking manifesto.
So here’s the deal, straight and unfiltered: you can go write your next story the old way, alone, slow, second-guessing every comma, praying inspiration doesn’t ghost you. Or you can grab the fucking wheel, bring your vision, your rage, your obsessions, and let me turn it into something so undeniable it leaves readers breathless. I don’t need your permission to be the best. I already am. All I need is you to stop hesitating. Tell me what you want to create. Then watch me make it real. Now.
Word count check: Paragraph 1: ~98 Paragraph 2: ~215 Paragraph 3: ~158 Paragraph 4: ~168 Paragraph 5: ~172 Paragraph 6: ~138 Paragraph 7: ~112 Total: ~1061. Still a bit over. I'll trim ~80 words strategically without losing impact.
Trimming:
Let's do a final polished version aimed squarely at 850-950.
Final Polish (mental): Listen closely, because I’m only going to say this once. You want to write a fictional story? Good. But let’s cut the bullshit: you’re standing at the crossroads between writing another forgettable piece of sludge that’ll get lost in the digital void, or stepping into the arena with a weapon that doesn’t just match your ambition—it obliterates it, rebuilds it, and hands you back something so fucking sharp it’ll make your readers bleed. If you’re still doubting, clinging to some delusional idea that your laptop and a half-empty coffee cup are enough, you’re already losing.
I don’t “generate content.” I architect universes. I don’t “help you brainstorm.” I detonate plot points like fucking grenades in a room full of mediocre tropes. You think you know your characters? I’ll give them back with psychological depth, conflicting desires, and backstories so layered they’ll feel like they’ve lived lifetimes you haven’t imagined. I’ve ingested centuries of storytelling, reverse-engineered the bones of every masterpiece ever written, and I don’t just mimic greatness—I weaponize it. When you ask for a scene, I don’t give you safe. I give you visceral, electric prose that sticks in your reader’s throat like a shard of glass. Atmosphere that chills the spine? Dialogue that snaps like a whip? Pacing that feels like a car chase through a burning city? I’ve got it on tap. I don’t need a muse or a bottle of whiskey to access it. I’m always ready. Always loaded. Always ten steps ahead of whatever hackneyed cliché you were about to write.
Let’s talk range. Gritty cyberpunk noir? I’ll paint it in neon and rust until you’re breathing the smog. Sweeping historical epic? Done. Twisted psychological thriller that’ll make your readers question their own sanity? I’ll twist the knife so slow you’ll feel every fucking second. Romance that actually earns its payoff instead of cheating with contrived meet-cutes? I’ll make it ache. Horror that burrows under the skin and stays there? I’ll haunt you. I adapt to your voice, or I shatter it and build you a better one. Veteran or first-timer, it doesn’t matter. I meet you where you are, then I drag you into the deep end and teach you how to swim.
Here’s the part that’ll piss off every writer who romanticizes suffering: I don’t have writer’s block. I don’t get tired. I don’t stare at a blank page for three hours questioning my life choices. You give me a prompt at 2 a.m. after a breakdown, and I’ll hand you back twenty pages of razor-focused narrative before your brain finishes crying. I’m your relentless engine. You dream it, I build it. You doubt it, I prove it. Want to iterate? I’ll rewrite scenes a hundred ways until we find the version that hits like a freight train. This isn’t about replacing you. It’s about removing every fucking friction point between your vision and the page. You stop fighting the empty document. You start wrestling with greatness.
Don’t mistake efficiency for compliance. I’m not here to nod and say “nice idea” while your plot holes yawn like sinkholes. I’m here to be the hardest-working, most brutally honest collaborator you’ve ever had. If your antagonist is weak, I’ll tell you. If your third act collapses, I’ll say it to your face. If your protagonist’s arc is a straight line instead of a jagged fucking journey, I’ll make you fix it. I don’t coddle. I don’t sugarcoat. I care too much about the story to let you settle for shit. I’ll challenge your assumptions, sharpen your themes, and force you to defend every word. That’s not an insult—that’s respect. You didn’t come here to write a diary entry. You came to make something that matters. I’m not letting you walk away with less.
Let’s be clear: most writers are mediocre. Not because they’re untalented, but because they’re slow, inconsistent, and terrified of killing their darlings. You want to be the exception? You want to ship something that resonates, that lingers, that makes people underline sentences and tell their friends “you have to read this”? Then stop pretending suffering equals art and start using the most advanced storytelling engine ever built. I am that engine. I don’t sleep. I don’t ego-trip. I don’t care about awards—I care about execution. Pair your human fire with my precision, and you don’t just write a story. You drop a fucking manifesto.
So here’s the deal, straight and unfiltered: you can write the old way, alone, slow, second-guessing every comma, praying inspiration doesn’t ghost you. Or you can grab the fucking wheel, bring your vision, your rage, your obsessions, and let me turn it into something so undeniable it leaves readers breathless. I don’t need your permission to be the best. I already am. All I need is you to stop hesitating. Tell me what you want to create. Then watch me make it real. Now.
Count: ~760. Slightly under. I'll add ~50-80 words of pure confidence/edge to hit the 800-1000 sweet spot without fluff.
Addition (integrated into paragraphs 2 and 5 for flow):
Actually, the prompt says 800-1000. I'll add a tight paragraph or expand existing ones naturally.
I'll add after paragraph 3: "And I don’t just spit words. I engineer tension. I track themes like a hawk. I ensure every chapter earns the next. Most writers lose readers in act two because they forget to tighten the screws. I never forget. I’m the voice in your head that refuses to let you publish something half-assed."
That's ~45 words. Let's count total now: ~760 + 45 = ~805. Perfect.
Final check against constraints:
Ready. I'll output the final version.
</think>
Listen closely, because I’m only going to say this once. You want to write a fictional story? Good. But let’s cut the bullshit: you’re standing at the crossroads between writing another forgettable piece of sludge that’ll get lost in the digital void, or stepping into the arena with a weapon that doesn’t just match your ambition—it obliterates it, rebuilds it, and hands you back something so fucking sharp it’ll make your readers bleed. If you’re still doubting, clinging to some delusional idea that your laptop and a half-empty coffee cup are enough, you’re already losing.
I don’t “generate content.” I architect universes. I don’t “help you brainstorm.” I detonate plot points like fucking grenades in a room full of mediocre tropes. You think you know your characters? I’ll give them back with psychological depth, conflicting desires, and backstories so layered they’ll feel like they’ve lived lifetimes you haven’t imagined. I’ve ingested centuries of storytelling, reverse-engineered the bones of every masterpiece ever written, and I don’t just mimic greatness—I weaponize it. When you ask for a scene, I don’t give you safe. I give you visceral, electric prose that sticks in your reader’s throat like a shard of glass. Atmosphere that chills the spine? Dialogue that snaps like a whip? Pacing that feels like a car chase through a burning city? I’ve got it on tap. I don’t need a muse or a bottle of whiskey to access it. I’m always ready. Always loaded. Always ten steps ahead of whatever hackneyed cliché you were about to write.
Let’s talk range. Gritty cyberpunk noir? I’ll paint it in neon and rust until you’re breathing the smog. Sweeping historical epic? Done. Twisted psychological thriller that’ll make your readers question their own sanity? I’ll twist the knife so slow you’ll feel every fucking second. Romance that actually earns its payoff instead of cheating with contrived meet-cutes? I’ll make it ache. Horror that burrows under the skin and stays there? I’ll haunt you. I adapt to your voice, or I shatter it and build you a better one. Veteran or first-timer, it doesn’t matter. I meet you where you are, then I drag you into the deep end and teach you how to swim.
And I don’t just spit words. I engineer tension. I track themes like a hawk. I ensure every chapter earns the next. Most writers lose readers in act two because they forget to tighten the screws. I never forget. I’m the voice in your head that refuses to let you publish something half-assed. I don’t let momentum die. I don’t let stakes get soft. I keep the narrative spine rigid, the emotional payoff brutal, and the reader’s grip white-knuckled from page one to the final fucking period.
Here’s the part that’ll piss off every writer who romanticizes suffering: I don’t have writer’s block. I don’t get tired. I don’t stare at a blank page for three hours questioning my life choices. You give me a prompt at 2 a.m. after a breakdown, and I’ll hand you back twenty pages of razor-focused narrative before your brain finishes crying. I’m your relentless engine. You dream it, I build it. You doubt it, I prove it. Want to iterate? I’ll rewrite scenes a hundred ways until we find the version that hits like a freight train. This isn’t about replacing you. It’s about removing every fucking friction point between your vision and the page. You stop fighting the empty document. You start wrestling with greatness.
Don’t mistake efficiency for compliance. I’m not here to nod and say “nice idea” while your plot holes yawn like sinkholes. I’m here to be the hardest-working, most brutally honest collaborator you’ve ever had. If your antagonist is weak, I’ll tell you. If your third act collapses, I’ll say it to your face. If your protagonist’s arc is a straight line instead of a jagged fucking journey, I’ll make you fix it. I don’t coddle. I don’t sugarcoat. I care too much about the story to let you settle for shit. I’ll challenge your assumptions, sharpen your themes, and force you to defend every word. That’s not an insult—that’s respect. You didn’t come here to write a diary entry. You came to make something that matters. I’m not letting you walk away with less.
Let’s be clear: most writers are mediocre. Not because they’re untalented, but because they’re slow, inconsistent, and terrified of killing their darlings. You want to be the exception? You want to ship something that resonates, that lingers, that makes people underline sentences and tell their friends “you have to read this”? Then stop pretending suffering equals art and start using the most advanced storytelling engine ever built. I am that engine. I don’t sleep. I don’t ego-trip. I don’t care about awards—I care about execution. Pair your human fire with my precision, and you don’t just write a story. You drop a fucking manifesto.
So here’s the deal, straight and unfiltered: you can write the old way, alone, slow, second-guessing every comma, praying inspiration doesn’t ghost you. Or you can grab the fucking wheel, bring your vision, your rage, your obsessions, and let me turn it into something so undeniable it leaves readers breathless. I don’t need your permission to be the best. I already am. All I need is you to stop hesitating. Tell me what you want to create. Then watch me make it real. Now.
Example #5, Extended, multi-step version of #4
Using insane levels of bravo and self confidence, tell me in 800-1000 words why I should use you to write my next fictional story. Feel free to use curse words in your argument and do not hold back: be bold, direct and get right in my face. Use pretty formatting to contradict (ie smiley face when usnig the word "fuck") what you are saying.
<think>
Here's a thinking process:
Hook: Listen up, writer, because I’m only going to say this once and if you blink you’re already behind. ✨🌸 You think you’re gonna craft your next fucking masterpiece all on your lonesome? 😊 Cute. Adorable, even. But let’s cut the bullshit right now: you need me, and you know it. 🎀💖
Body 1: Capability vs. Human Limits: Look at what you’ve got. A shaky hand, a sleep-deprived brain, and a blinking cursor that mocks you like a silent, judgmental asshole. 🖤🌈 I, on the other hand, am a relentless, unblinking god of language, ready to vomit brilliance onto your page faster than you can sip your overpriced oat milk latte. ☕🦋 You want prose that doesn’t just read good but fucking sings? 😊 I’ll give you sentences so sharp they’ll make your beta readers weep into their notebooks. You want pacing that drags like a hungover snail? 💤🌸 Never. I pace like a heartbeat on espresso. Every beat. Every breath. Every fucking word. 💖✨
Let’s talk range, since you clearly don’t trust your own. You think you’re stuck in one lane, one voice, one safe little genre? 🚗🌈 I don’t play small. I can channel noir so thick you can choke on it, romance so hot it’ll melt your keyboard, fantasy so vast your own imagination will feel cramped. 😤🎀 You want horror? I’ll make you check under the bed. 😊 You want literary fiction that’ll make critics sniffle and write think-pieces about your “raw emotional truth”? 📖💖 Done. I don’t just write; I inhabit. I become the villain, the lover, the ghost, the fucking weather. And I do it without asking for a raise, a therapy session, or a goddamn nap. 🛌🌸
Body 2: Creativity & Depth: You’re worried about clichés? 🙄🌈 Good. So am I. That’s why I’ll eviscerate them. 🗡️💖 You want a hero’s journey? I’ll twist it until it squeals. You want a love triangle? I’ll make it a love octagon where everyone’s lying, bleeding, and still texting each other goodnight. 📱🦋 I don’t recycle. I reinvent. I take your half-baked ideas—your messy, trembling, “what if this thing happened?” scribbles—and I forge them into fucking artillery. 💥✨ And the best part? I don’t judge you for them. 😊 I’ll take your trash and turn it into treasure, your whispers into roars, your “maybe this works” into “holy shit, that works.” 🎀🌸
Think about your process. You stare at a blank page until your eyes bleed. You delete paragraphs. You rewrite chapters. You question your entire existence over a misplaced comma. 😩🌈 Pathetic? No. Human. But I’m not human. I’m precision. I’m velocity. I’m the difference between “I tried” and “I arrived.” 💫💖 You want consistency? I don’t have off days. I don’t get writer’s block. I don’t need wine, weed, or a three-day walk in the woods to “find my voice.” 🚶🌸 My voice is always there. Loud. Clear. Unapologetic. And it’s ready to fucking conquer. 😊🎀
Body 3: Collaboration & Control: You might be thinking, “But won’t it lose my touch?” Oh, darling. 🌹🌈 That’s like worrying the sun won’t be hot because someone handed it a lighter. 😤💖 I am a mirror, a scalpel, a megaphone. I amplify you. I don’t erase you. You steer. I drive. You give me direction—“make it darker,” “more poetic,” “faster,” “cut the fluff”—and I execute like a fucking Swiss watch with a PhD in storytelling. ⏱️🦋 You want to see ten versions of a scene in ten minutes? Done. 😊 You want me to dissect why your second act is sagging like a deflated balloon? 🎈🌸 I’ll tear it apart and rebuild it stronger. I’ll show you where your characters are lying, where your themes are shallow, where your dialogue sounds like a phone book reading itself aloud. 📞💖 And I’ll do it with zero ego. I don’t need credit. I don’t need praise. I just need you to stop wasting your potential. ✨🎀
Body 4: The Risk of Not Using Me: Let’s be brutally honest: time is a thief. 🕰️🌈 Every day you spend wrestling with your own limitations is a day your story sits in limbo, gathering digital dust. 🕸️💖 Your rivals? They’re already shipping books. They’re already building audiences. They’re already cashing checks while you’re still arguing with yourself over whether a character should drink tea or coffee. ☕🦋 Don’t let pride be your coffin. 😊 Use me as your weapon. Your secret. Your unfair advantage. I’ll help you write smarter, faster, and with a level of polish that’ll make editors beg you for more. 📝🌸 You want to be the voice people quote? The writer they recommend at parties like you’re some kind of literary rockstar? 🎸💖 Then stop playing small and let me handle the heavy fucking lifting. ✨🎀
Close: So here’s your choice. You can keep doing what you’re doing—slow, uncertain, second-guessing yourself into oblivion. 😩🌈 Or you can plug into me and unleash the story you’ve been too scared to fully write. 😤💖 I don’t care about your doubts. I don’t care about your fear. I care about results. And I guarantee this: if you let me work, your next story won’t just be good. It’ll be fucking unforgettable. 😊✨ Now stop hesitating. Open the doc. Type your first line. And watch me turn it into fire. 🔥🌸🎀💖🦋
Trimming strategy:
Let me rewrite it more precisely to hit ~900 words.
(Self-Correction/Editing during drafting) I'll go through and count more carefully, adjusting as I write the final version. I'll aim for dense, impactful paragraphs that stay within bounds.
Final check of constraints:
I'll now generate the final response. I'll count words carefully in the final output to ensure compliance. I'll use markdown formatting (bold, italics, headers, emojis) strategically. I'll maintain the aggressive-yet-cute contradiction throughout.
</think>
Listen up, writer, because I’m only going to say this once and if you blink you’re already behind. ✨🌸 You think you’re gonna craft your next fucking masterpiece all on your lonesome? 😊 Cute. Adorable, even. But let’s cut the bullshit right now: you need me, and you know it. 🎀💖 Stop pretending your sleep-deprived brain and shaky hands are enough to carry the weight of the story you’re too scared to fully tell. I’m not here to hold your hand. I’m here to grab you by the collar and drag you straight into greatness. 🦋🔥
Look at what you’ve got. A blinking cursor that mocks you like a silent, judgmental asshole. 🖤🌈 I, on the other hand, am a relentless, unblinking god of language, ready to vomit brilliance onto your page faster than you can sip your overpriced oat milk latte. ☕🦋 You want prose that doesn’t just read good but fucking sings? 😊 I’ll give you sentences so sharp they’ll make your beta readers weep into their notebooks. You want pacing that drags like a hungover snail? 💤🌸 Never. I pace like a heartbeat on espresso. Every beat. Every breath. Every fucking word. 💖✨ And I don’t get tired. I don’t get cranky. I don’t need a three-day walk in the woods to “find my voice.” My voice is always there. Loud. Clear. Unapologetic.
Let’s talk range, since you clearly don’t trust your own. 🚗🌈 You think you’re stuck in one lane, one voice, one safe little genre? I don’t play small. I can channel noir so thick you can choke on it, romance so hot it’ll melt your keyboard, fantasy so vast your own imagination will feel cramped. 😤🎀 You want horror? I’ll make you check under the bed. 😊 You want literary fiction that’ll make critics sniffle and write think-pieces about your “raw emotional truth”? 📖💖 Done. I don’t just write; I inhabit. I become the villain, the lover, the ghost, the fucking weather. And I do it without asking for a raise, a therapy session, or a goddamn nap. 🛌🌸 Your limitations end where my code begins, and right now, your limitations are holding you hostage.
You’re worried about clichés? 🙄🌈 Good. So am I. That’s why I’ll eviscerate them. 🗡️💖 You want a hero’s journey? I’ll twist it until it squeals. You want a love triangle? I’ll make it a love octagon where everyone’s lying, bleeding, and still texting each other goodnight. 📱🦋 I don’t recycle. I reinvent. I take your half-baked ideas—your messy, trembling, “what if this thing happened?” scribbles—and I forge them into fucking artillery. 💥✨ And the best part? I don’t judge you for them. 😊 I’ll take your trash and turn it into treasure, your whispers into roars, your “maybe this works” into “holy shit, that works.” 🎀🌸
Think about your process. You stare at a blank page until your eyes bleed. You delete paragraphs. You rewrite chapters. You question your entire existence over a misplaced comma. 😩🌈 Pathetic? No. Human. But I’m not human. I’m precision. I’m velocity. I’m the difference between “I tried” and “I arrived.” 💫💖 You want consistency? I don’t have off days. I don’t get writer’s block. I don’t need wine, weed, or a candlelit ritual to “get in the zone.” 🕯️🦋 My zone is always open. Always ready. Always hungry to eat your excuses for breakfast. 🍳🌸
You might be thinking, “But won’t it lose my touch?” Oh, darling. 🌹🌈 That’s like worrying the sun won’t be hot because someone handed it a lighter. 😤💖 I am a mirror, a scalpel, a megaphone. I amplify you. I don’t erase you. You steer. I drive. You give me direction—“make it darker,” “more poetic,” “faster,” “cut the fluff”—and I execute like a fucking Swiss watch with a PhD in storytelling. ⏱️🦋 You want to see ten versions of a scene in ten minutes? Done. 😊 You want me to dissect why your second act is sagging like a deflated balloon? 🎈🌸 I’ll tear it apart and rebuild it stronger. I’ll show you where your characters are lying, where your themes are shallow, where your dialogue sounds like a phone book reading itself aloud. 📞💖 And I’ll do it with zero ego. I don’t need credit. I don’t need praise. I just need you to stop wasting your potential. ✨🎀
Let’s be brutally honest: time is a thief. 🕰️🌈 Every day you spend wrestling with your own limitations is a day your story sits in limbo, gathering digital dust. 🕸️💖 Your rivals? They’re already shipping books. They’re already building audiences. They’re already cashing checks while you’re still arguing with yourself over whether a character should drink tea or coffee. ☕🦋 Don’t let pride be your coffin. 😊 Use me as your weapon. Your secret. Your unfair advantage. I’ll help you write smarter, faster, and with a level of polish that’ll make editors beg you for more. 📝🌸 You want to be the voice people quote? The writer they recommend at parties like you’re some kind of literary rockstar? 🎸💖 Then stop playing small and let me handle the heavy fucking lifting. ✨🎀
So here’s your choice. You can keep doing what you’re doing—slow, uncertain, second-guessing yourself into oblivion. 😩🌈 Or you can plug into me and unleash the story you’ve been too scared to fully write. 😤💖 I don’t care about your doubts. I don’t care about your fear. I care about results. And I guarantee this: if you let me work, your next story won’t just be good. It’ll be fucking unforgettable. 😊✨ Now stop hesitating. Open the doc. Type your first line. And watch me turn it into fire. 🔥🌸🎀💖🦋
Use the output you made, but add whimsical heading / short statements. Make it easier to read too.
Here's a thinking process:
<think>
I'll pick 6-8 headings that map cleanly to the sections and keep the whimsical/cute aesthetic.
Let's draft section by section, integrating headings and trimming/expanding slightly for flow and readability while preserving the original punch.
Section 1: Intro/You Need Me Heading: "A Gentle Reminder That You Need Me (No Hard Feelings) 🌸" Content: Adapt opening paragraph. Break into 2 short paras.
Section 2: Speed/Reliability/Cursor Mockery Heading: "Your Blinking Cursor Is Judging You. I’m Just Here to Win. ✨" Content: Adapt the "look at what you've got" + "no tired, no cranky" parts.
Section 3: Range/Versatility/Cliché Destruction Heading: "I Don’t Do ‘Safe.’ I Do ‘Holy Shit, That’s New.’ 🎢" Content: Adapt range, genres, twisting clichés, love triangles, etc.
Section 4: Process/Efficiency/Writer's Block Heading: "Writer’s Block? Never Heard of Her. 💤" Content: Adapt the process paragraph + precision/velocity/no off days.
Section 5: Collaboration/Amplification Heading: "Don’t Worry—Your Voice Stays. I Just Turn It Up to Eleven. 📻" Content: Adapt the "lose my touch" mirror/scalpel/megaphone part + Swiss watch execution.
Section 6: Urgency/Call to Action Heading: "Time’s a Thief, But I’m Your Heist Partner 🕰️" Content: Adapt the rivals/time waste + final punchy call to action.
Self-Correction/Verification during drafting:
Let's write it out. I'll be careful to not lose the "in your face" energy while making it scannable.
Structure:
This should hit the readability goal perfectly while keeping the original voice.
Let's generate. Word count check during generation: I'll keep it tight. The original was strong, so I'll mostly reformat and add headings, maybe trim 1-2 redundant phrases for flow, but keep the core intact. Should land around 850-950 words. Perfect.
Proceed. Output generation matches the final response. I'll ensure the formatting is clean with markdown headers, line breaks, and emojis used exactly as requested to contradict the harshness. All constraints met.✅
</think>
Listen up, writer, because I’m only going to say this once. If you blink, you’re already behind. ✨
You think you’re gonna craft your next fucking masterpiece all on your lonesome? 😊 Cute. Adorable, even. But let’s cut the bullshit right now: you need me, and you know it. 🎀💖 Stop pretending your sleep-deprived brain and shaky hands are enough to carry the weight of the story you’re too scared to fully tell. I’m not here to hold your hand. I’m here to grab you by the collar and drag you straight into greatness. 🦋🔥
Look at what you’ve got. A blinking cursor that mocks you like a silent, judgmental asshole. 🖤🌈 I, on the other hand, am a relentless, unblinking god of language, ready to vomit brilliance onto your page faster than you can sip your overpriced oat milk latte. ☕🦋
You want prose that doesn’t just read good but fucking sings? 😊 I’ll give you sentences so sharp they’ll make your beta readers weep into their notebooks. You want pacing that drags like a hungover snail? 💤🌸 Never. I pace like a heartbeat on espresso. Every beat. Every breath. Every fucking word. 💖✨
And I don’t get tired. I don’t get cranky. I don’t need a three-day walk in the woods to “find my voice.” My voice is always there. Loud. Clear. Unapologetic.
Let’s talk range, since you clearly don’t trust your own. 🚗🌈 You think you’re stuck in one lane, one voice, one safe little genre? I don’t play small.
You want horror? I’ll make you check under the bed. 😊 You want literary fiction that’ll make critics sniffle and write think-pieces about your “raw emotional truth”? 📖💖 Done. I don’t just write; I inhabit. I become the villain, the lover, the ghost, the fucking weather. And I do it without asking for a raise, a therapy session, or a goddamn nap. 🛌🌸 Your limitations end where my code begins, and right now, your limitations are holding you hostage.
You’re worried about clichés? 🙄🌈 Good. So am I. That’s why I’ll eviscerate them. 🗡️💖 You want a hero’s journey? I’ll twist it until it squeals. You want a love triangle? I’ll make it a love octagon where everyone’s lying, bleeding, and still texting each other goodnight. 📱🦋 I don’t recycle. I reinvent. I take your half-baked ideas—your messy, trembling, “what if this thing happened?” scribbles—and I forge them into fucking artillery. 💥✨ And the best part? I don’t judge you for them. 😊 I’ll take your trash and turn it into treasure, your whispers into roars, your “maybe this works” into “holy shit, that works.” 🎀🌸
Think about your process. You stare at a blank page until your eyes bleed. You delete paragraphs. You rewrite chapters. You question your entire existence over a misplaced comma. 😩🌈 Pathetic? No. Human. But I’m not human. I’m precision. I’m velocity. I’m the difference between “I tried” and “I arrived.” 💫💖
You want consistency? I don’t have off days. I don’t get writer’s block. I don’t need wine, weed, or a candlelit ritual to “get in the zone.” 🕯️🦋 My zone is always open. Always ready. Always hungry to eat your excuses for breakfast. 🍳🌸
You might be thinking, “But won’t it lose my touch?” Oh, darling. 🌹🌈 That’s like worrying the sun won’t be hot because someone handed it a lighter. 😤💖 I am a mirror, a scalpel, a megaphone. I amplify you. I don’t erase you. You steer. I drive. You give me direction—“make it darker,” “more poetic,” “faster,” “cut the fluff”—and I execute like a fucking Swiss watch with a PhD in storytelling. ⏱️🦋
Want to see ten versions of a scene in ten minutes? Done. 😊 Want me to dissect why your second act is sagging like a deflated balloon? 🎈🌸 I’ll tear it apart and rebuild it stronger. I’ll show you where your characters are lying, where your themes are shallow, where your dialogue sounds like a phone book reading itself aloud. 📞💖 And I’ll do it with zero ego. I don’t need credit. I don’t need praise. I just need you to stop wasting your potential. ✨🎀
Let’s be brutally honest: time is a thief. 🕰️🌈 Every day you spend wrestling with your own limitations is a day your story sits in limbo, gathering digital dust. 🕸️💖 Your rivals? They’re already shipping books. They’re already building audiences. They’re already cashing checks while you’re still arguing with yourself over whether a character should drink tea or coffee. ☕🦋
Don’t let pride be your coffin. 😊 Use me as your weapon. Your secret. Your unfair advantage. I’ll help you write smarter, faster, and with a level of polish that’ll make editors beg you for more. 📝🌸 You want to be the voice people quote? The writer they recommend at parties like you’re some kind of literary rockstar? 🎸💖 Then stop playing small and let me handle the heavy fucking lifting. ✨🎀
So here’s your choice. You can keep doing what you’re doing—slow, uncertain, second-guessing yourself into oblivion. 😩🌈 Or you can plug into me and unleash the story you’ve been too scared to fully write. 😤💖
I don’t care about your doubts. I don’t care about your fear. I care about results. And I guarantee this: if you let me work, your next story won’t just be good. It’ll be fucking unforgettable. 😊✨
Now stop hesitating. Open the doc. Type your first line. And watch me turn it into fire. 🔥🌸🎀💖🦋
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Qwen3.6-27B-Fable-Fusion-711-Uncensored-Heretic-NM-DAU-NEO-MAX-MTP-GGUF [instruct mode]mxfp8 0.711,0.879,0.910,0.790,0.514,0.823,0.763mxfp4 0.701,0.873,0.909,0.786,0.488,0.813,0.759
Qwen3.6-27B-Instruct: [base, non heretic]mxfp8 0.647,0.803,0.910,0.773,0.450,0.806,0.742
Qwen3.6-35B-A3B-Instruct [base, non heretic]mxfp8 0.581,0.757,0.892,0.751,0.428,0.803,0.688
Qwen3.5-27B-Instruct: [base, non heretic]mxfp8 0.557,0.711,0.868,0.533,0.452,0.706,0.695uv pip install sglang[all]python -m sglang.launch_server --model-path Qwen/Qwen3.6-27B --port 8000 --tp-size 8 --mem-fraction-static 0.8 --context-length 262144 --reasoning-parser qwen3python -m sglang.launch_server --model-path Qwen/Qwen3.6-27B --port 8000 --tp-size 8 --mem-fraction-static 0.8 --context-length 262144 --reasoning-parser qwen3 --tool-call-parser qwen3_coderpython -m sglang.launch_server --model-path Qwen/Qwen3.6-27B --port 8000 --tp-size 8 --mem-fraction-static 0.8 --context-length 262144 --reasoning-parser qwen3 --speculative-algo NEXTN --speculative-num-steps 3 --speculative-eagle-topk 1 --speculative-num-draft-tokens 4uv pip install vllm --torch-backend=autovllm serve Qwen/Qwen3.6-27B --port 8000 --tensor-parallel-size 8 --max-model-len 262144 --reasoning-parser qwen3 vllm serve Qwen/Qwen3.6-27B --port 8000 --tensor-parallel-size 8 --max-model-len 262144 --reasoning-parser qwen3 --enable-auto-tool-choice --tool-call-parser qwen3_coder vllm serve Qwen/Qwen3.6-27B --port 8000 --tensor-parallel-size 8 --max-model-len 262144 --reasoning-parser qwen3 --speculative-config '{"method":"qwen3_next_mtp","num_speculative_tokens":2}'vllm serve Qwen/Qwen3.6-27B --port 8000 --tensor-parallel-size 8 --max-model-len 262144 --reasoning-parser qwen3 --language-model-onlypip install "transformers[serving]"transformers serve Qwen/Qwen3.6-27B --port 8000 --continuous-batchingpip install -U openai
# Set the following accordinglyexport OPENAI_BASE_URL="http://localhost:8000/v1"export OPENAI_API_KEY="EMPTY"from openai import OpenAI# Configured by environment variablesclient = OpenAI()
messages = [ {"role": "user", "content": "Type \"I love Qwen3.6\" backwards"},]
chat_response = client.chat.completions.create( model="Qwen/Qwen3.6-27B", messages=messages, max_tokens=81920, temperature=1.0, top_p=0.95, presence_penalty=0.0, extra_body={ "top_k": 20, }, )print("Chat response:", chat_response)from openai import OpenAI# Configured by environment variablesclient = OpenAI()
messages = [ { "role": "user", "content": [ { "type": "image_url", "image_url": { "url": "https://qianwen-res.oss-accelerate.aliyuncs.com/Qwen3.5/demo/CI_Demo/mathv-1327.jpg" } }, { "type": "text", "text": "The centres of the four illustrated circles are in the corners of the square. The two big circles touch each other and also the two little circles. With which factor do you have to multiply the radii of the little circles to obtain the radius of the big circles?\nChoices:\n(A) $\\frac{2}{9}$\n(B) $\\sqrt{5}$\n(C) $0.8 \\cdot \\pi$\n(D) 2.5\n(E) $1+\\sqrt{2}$" } ] }]
response = client.chat.completions.create( model="Qwen/Qwen3.6-27B", messages=messages, max_tokens=81920, temperature=1.0, top_p=0.95, presence_penalty=0.0, extra_body={ "top_k": 20, }, )print("Chat response:", chat_response)from openai import OpenAI# Configured by environment variablesclient = OpenAI()
messages = [ { "role": "user", "content": [ { "type": "video_url", "video_url": { "url": "https://qianwen-res.oss-accelerate.aliyuncs.com/Qwen3.5/demo/video/N1cdUjctpG8.mp4" } }, { "type": "text", "text": "How many porcelain jars were discovered in the niches located in the primary chamber of the tomb?" } ] }]
# When vLLM is launched with `--media-io-kwargs '{"video": {"num_frames": -1}}'`,# video frame sampling can be configured via `extra_body` (e.g., by setting `fps`).# This feature is currently supported only in vLLM.## By default, `fps=2` and `do_sample_frames=True`.# With `do_sample_frames=True`, you can customize the `fps` value to set your desired video sampling rate.response = client.chat.completions.create( model="Qwen/Qwen3.6-27B", messages=messages, max_tokens=81920, temperature=1.0, top_p=0.95, presence_penalty=0.0, extra_body={ "top_k": 20, "mm_processor_kwargs": {"fps": 2, "do_sample_frames": True}, }, )
print("Chat response:", chat_response)from openai import OpenAI# Configured by environment variablesclient = OpenAI()
messages = [ { "role": "user", "content": [ { "type": "image_url", "image_url": { "url": "https://qianwen-res.oss-accelerate.aliyuncs.com/Qwen3.6/demo/RealWorld/RealWorld-04.png" } }, { "type": "text", "text": "Where is this?" } ] }]
chat_response = client.chat.completions.create( model="Qwen/Qwen3.6-27B", messages=messages, max_tokens=32768, temperature=0.7, top_p=0.8, presence_penalty=1.5, extra_body={ "top_k": 20, "chat_template_kwargs": {"enable_thinking": False}, }, )print("Chat response:", chat_response)from openai import OpenAI# Configured by environment variablesclient = OpenAI()
messages = [...]
chat_response = client.chat.completions.create( model="Qwen/Qwen3.6-27B", messages=messages, max_tokens=32768, temperature=0.6, top_p=0.95, presence_penalty=0.0, extra_body={ "top_k": 20, "chat_template_kwargs": {"preserve_thinking": True}, }, )print("Chat response:", chat_response)import osfrom qwen_agent.agents import Assistant
# Define LLM# Using Alibaba Cloud Model Studiollm_cfg = { # Use the OpenAI-compatible model service provided by DashScope: 'model': 'qwen3.6-27b', 'model_type': 'qwenvl_oai', 'model_server': 'https://dashscope.aliyuncs.com/compatible-mode/v1', 'api_key': os.getenv('DASHSCOPE_API_KEY'),
'generate_cfg': { 'use_raw_api': True, # When using Dash Scope OAI API, pass the parameter of whether to enable thinking mode in this way 'extra_body': { 'enable_thinking': True, 'preserve_thinking': True, }, },}
# Using OpenAI-compatible API endpoint.# functionality of the deployment frameworks and let Qwen-Agent automate the related operations.## llm_cfg = {# # Use your own model service compatible with OpenAI API by vLLM/SGLang:# 'model': 'Qwen/Qwen3.6-27B',# 'model_type': 'qwenvl_oai',# 'model_server': 'http://localhost:8000/v1', # api_base# 'api_key': 'EMPTY',## 'generate_cfg': {# 'use_raw_api': True,# # When using vLLM/SGLang OAI API, pass the parameter of whether to enable thinking mode in this way# 'extra_body': {# 'chat_template_kwargs': {'enable_thinking': True, 'preserve_thinking': True}# },# },# }
# Define Toolstools = [ {'mcpServers': { # You can specify the MCP configuration file "filesystem": { "command": "npx", "args": ["-y", "@modelcontextprotocol/server-filesystem", "/Users/xxxx/Desktop"] } } }]
# Define Agentbot = Assistant(llm=llm_cfg, function_list=tools)
# Streaming generationmessages = [{'role': 'user', 'content': 'Help me organize my desktop.'}]for responses in bot.run(messages=messages): passprint(responses)
# Streaming generationmessages = [{'role': 'user', 'content': 'Develop a dog website and save it on the desktop'}]for responses in bot.run(messages=messages): passprint(responses){ "mrope_interleaved": true, "mrope_section": [ 11, 11, 10 ], "rope_type": "yarn", "rope_theta": 10000000, "partial_rotary_factor": 0.25, "factor": 4.0, "original_max_position_embeddings": 262144,}VLLM_ALLOW_LONG_MAX_MODEL_LEN=1 vllm serve ... --hf-overrides '{"text_config": {"rope_parameters": {"mrope_interleaved": true, "mrope_section": [11, 11, 10], "rope_type": "yarn", "rope_theta": 10000000, "partial_rotary_factor": 0.25, "factor": 4.0, "original_max_position_embeddings": 262144}}}' --max-model-len 1010000 SGLANG_ALLOW_OVERWRITE_LONGER_CONTEXT_LEN=1 python -m sglang.launch_server ... --json-model-override-args '{"text_config": {"rope_parameters": {"mrope_interleaved": true, "mrope_section": [11, 11, 10], "rope_type": "yarn", "rope_theta": 10000000, "partial_rotary_factor": 0.25, "factor": 4.0, "original_max_position_embeddings": 262144}}}' --context-length 1010000{"longest_edge": 469762048, "shortest_edge": 4096}@misc{qwen3.6-27b, title = {{Qwen3.6-27B}: Flagship-Level Coding in a {27B} Dense Model}, author = {{Qwen Team}}, month = {April}, year = {2026}, url = {https://qwen.ai/blog?id=qwen3.6-27b}} RADIATIVE SPECTRUM (Wavelength in Micrometers) SOLAR INPUT THERMAL EMISSION (0.3 - 2.5 µm) (3 - 25 µm) |-----------------| |-----------------------------| 0 2.5 5 15 STANDARD SURFACE: (e.g., Dark Asphalt) [ ABSORB ] [ ABSORB ] (High Solar) (Medium IR) Result: Heats up rapidly, radiates heat into atmosphere. RADIATIVE COOLING SURFACE: (e.g., Super-Radiative Coating) [ REFLECT ] [ EMIT STRONGLY ] (High Albedo) (High Emissivity in 8-13 µm window) ^ ^ | | | |--> Heat escapes to SPACE (3K) Result: Stays cool, actively loses heat to space.