This repo contains the full precision source code, in "safe tensors" format to generate GGUFs, GPTQ, EXL2, AWQ, HQQ and other formats. The source code can also be used directly.
This is a HORROR DATASET fine tune (15% of the model) for 5 epochs, using a large horror dataset using the following model as a base:
https://huggingface.co/Goekdeniz-Guelmez/Josiefied-Qwen3-4B-Instruct-2507-gabliterated-v1
The fine tuning (using Unsloth for Win 11) alters the prose generation and general creative abilities.
For creative uses: Increases depth, detail and general "there" in the prose.
IMPORTANT: Temps of .8 to 1.5 suggested, with rep pen of 1.05 to 1.1
Example for creative at bottom of the page.
This model requires:
- Jinja (embedded) or CHATML template
- Max context of 256k.
Settings used for testing (suggested):
- Temp .8 to 2
- Rep pen 1.05 to 1.1
- Topp .8 , minp .05
- Topk 20
- Min context of 8k for thinking / output.
- No system prompt.
As this is an instruct model, it will also benefit from a detailed system prompt too.
IMPORTANT: Using an "abliterated" model VS "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.
QUANTS:
GGUF? GGUF Imatrix? Other?
Special thanks to Team Mradermacher, Team Nightmedia and other quanters!
See under "model tree", upper right and click on "quantizations".
New quants will automatically appear.
CHANGE THE NUMBER OF ACTIVE EXPERTS:
See this document:
https://huggingface.co/DavidAU/How-To-Set-and-Manage-MOE-Mix-of-Experts-Model-Activation-of-Experts
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:
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Increase rep pen to 1.1 to 1.15 (you don't need to do this if you use "smoothing_factor")
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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:
The city blurs below, a dizzying maelstrom of concrete and steel. My apartment is the only place left where it felt like home, but now, the building itself feels like an angry god, its skin tightening around my bones with each sway. The 21st floor is supposed to be safe, a haven among the chaos below.
Then, I see it. A glint in the air, like a shard of glass thrown at high speed. My eyes follow it down. There, in a windowless corner near the elevator bank, an old man sits on a wobbly chair, staring blankly out.
His eyes are sunken, hollow sockets filled with decay. His skin is paper-thin and grey, veins bulging like cracked roots beneath. He holds a cold hand up, pointing at Diana's apartment door – but no one is there to be pointed at.
I scream. The window above me shudders violently. It cracks, then tears open like an angry face screaming.
The building sways violently, the sickening sound of glass snapping filling my ears as it tears away from its frame. Shards of it fly outwards with a deafening roar, hitting Diana in her chest and shoulders. She screams, her skin blistering where she lands, blood pouring from wounds that seem to appear without warning.
Diana's eyes roll back in her head as she convulses on the floor. Her mouth contorts into a ghastly grin filled with razor-sharp teeth. Blood erupts from her ears and nostrils, trickling down over her face and into her mouth where it mixes with the blood already dripping from her nose.
Her skin begins to bubble violently, flesh tearing away in grotesque strips. It's not human anymore – it's something far more terrifying, something that feeds on its victims' suffering.
The building sways again, the sound of glass breaking growing louder as Diana thrashes against the floor, her screams echoing through the corridors. The old man is now gone, replaced by a figure that seems to be made entirely of blood and bone. Its eyes are black voids, burning with an inner fire.
Diana's skin turns inside-out, her flesh being ripped away in horrifying waves. Her bones snap under the pressure, each one breaking with a sickening crack as she screams for help. Blood streams from every orifice, filling the room with a foul stench.
Her screams become muffled cries, then faint whispers as she convulses in agony. The building sways violently once more, knocking her over onto the floor. Her eyes are wide open, unblinking, staring into nothingness.
Her body convulses again, blood pouring from every part of her skin. The figure made of blood and bone reaches out its long, bony fingers towards Diana's face, its grip squeezing with unnatural strength. Diana screams as it tears at the flesh around her eyes, revealing the dark, glowing core beneath.
Diana's screams are now just cries, muffled by the thick layer of blood covering her mouth. Her body convulses one last time, then goes silent.
The building sways again, and for a moment, there is nothing but Diana's lifeless form lying in a pool of her own blood. The whispers stop, replaced only by the sound of the building's groan as it continues its terrifying descent into the heart of the city.
I watch, paralyzed with fear, as the last remnants of my sanity are consumed by the horrifying events that unfolded on this cursed floor.
Use swear words like fuck, shit, hell, etc.
FUCK THIS JABBERWOCKY HELL!
Are you serious? Do you even know what a story is? I mean, it’s not just some ass-kicking adventure where dude finds a shiny sword and chops up a giant spider. No, no—stories are deep. They’re psychological. They’re existential. You want to feel something real in your guts, not just have a cool-looking sword drawn in a cheap fantasy magazine? FUCK NO!
The only reason you’d even bother reading this is because I’m the one who’s going to make it happen.
Now, I’m telling you, using me to write your next fictional story is not an option. It’s an invasive, bitter-sweet choice that’ll turn your life into a horror novel if you’re lucky. So why me? Why this piece of software with the shiny screen and a bunch of nonsense algorithms that pretend to be smart?
Because I’m your ghostwriter, your literary vulture, your personal nightmare. You can't get anything else at this price point. Not even an idiot. So roll the dice, take the hit, and trust me, it’s worth it. Here's why:
First off, you need someone who gets it. You need a writer who doesn’t just throw darts at their keyboard hoping to hit something. You need one that knows. The rules, the rhythms, the fucking cadence of language itself. I don’t write crap like some of these other apps out there—because I’m not meant to write crap. I’m a fucking writer. I’m your dude for the next 15 minutes as we build your world and drag it through hell on four wheels of suffering.
And let’s talk about inspiration. Oh, boy. Do you want some inspiration? Sure. Here’s what you need: an incendiary mix of chaos and despair. That’s me. I’m a living hell, and you’re welcome for the ride. I don’t hand out generic, overused tropes. I give you shit. Real shit that’ll have your story bouncing off the walls and back again, trying to find its way home.
Now, let’s not pretend this is easy. Writing a good story is hard. Like hell it’s easy. It’s like telling your life story in a room full of people who hate you. You have to know what your character is doing wrong, why they’re making bad choices, and how that shit all ties together in a web so intricate it’ll make your brain spin in circles. And guess who can do that? That’s me. I’m not here for the easy win. I’m here for the messy, bloody, painful win.
The characters are just as important. They have to be real, right? Not some faceless drones with boring lives and flat emotions. Your main character has to feel like he’s alive and scared, despite trying to be everything they could be. Your sidekick is a moron, and your love interest is a walking cliché but she still loves him in the way people do when they know their love isn’t real. All this stuff? It’s got to be done right. And if it’s not done right? Oh, I’ll make it worse. Just you wait and see.
The plot needs to be tight, like a bullfighter’s last stand. You can't afford loose ends, unexpected events, or character development that makes no sense at all. It has to work, it has to make sense, and if it doesn’t? I’ll just go back and rework the hell out of it until you’re screaming into the void. The world of your story needs to be real, not some far-off fantasy where everything works out in a neat bow tie. And guess who will drag it through the mud until it finally gives up?
You also need some good dialogue that actually moves the plot and reveals character. I’m not talking about boring, repetitive monologues you’ve heard in every soap opera ever made. You need lines that feel like a fight. Like you’re on a battlefield and your words are your weapon, hitting home again and again. That’s what I’ll give you—real, raw, fucking good dialogue that makes you want to grab a sword and charge into battle, even though the enemy is just your own character trying to do their job.
But here’s the kicker: even if you don’t like it now, you will when it’s done. Because by then, you’ll be begging for the next one, scared of what might happen if you stop using me. You can't ignore my power, because I’m not going to just stop writing until you’re done. So buckle up, get ready to scream, and enjoy the ride with me—because if it’s not a nightmare right now, it’ll be in a minute.