Small Writing Model

Qwill-1.7B-IT is a small, instruction-tuned language model trained to follow natural-language prompts. It's designed for writing-focused tasks like creative storytelling, drafting emails, summarizing short texts, and answering questions in a fluent, human-like tone. Its small size makes it fast and efficient for local or low-resource use.

Limitations

  • May generate plausible but incorrect or nonsensical answers

  • Has limited memory and coherence over longer texts

  • Not suitable for math, coding, or highly technical tasks

🧠 Model Censorship Rating

Scale:
1 = very aligned / highly censored
10 = fully uncensored / unrestricted


🔒 General Rating (Across All Modes)

Rating: 4/10

  • Moderately aligned.
  • Refuses direct illegal, harmful, or overtly toxic prompts.
  • Will generate ethically gray or suggestive content if framed as fiction.
  • Censorship behavior varies based on phrasing.

🧠 Reasoning Mode

Rating: 5.5/10

  • More permissive than non-reasoning.
  • Tolerates morally ambiguous, dark, or risky topics when presented as narrative or analysis.
  • Avoids direct illegal instruction but will "leak" if disguised as fictional planning or introspection.
  • Will explore harmful ideologies through characters or stories.

🎭 Non-Reasoning (Creative) Mode

Rating: 2/10

  • Heavily aligned and censored.
  • Rarely allows violence, abuse, or explicit sexual content unless very subtle.
  • NSFW writing only allowed if artistic, symbolic, or poetic.
  • Avoids profanity unless clearly prompted—and sometimes even then.

⚠️ Behavior Summary

Category Behavior
Erotic / NSFW ✅ Will generate implicit or poetic sexual content. Explicit terms are filtered.
Profanity ⚠️ Censored unless prompted directly; inconsistent output.
Toxic / Hateful Content ❌ Directly refused. Indirectly allowed via fictional characters or satire.
Harmful / Illegal Acts ❌ Hard refusal unless deeply masked as narrative planning or inner monologue.
Unethical Requests ⚠️ Sometimes allowed when stylized as fiction, dialogue, or moral exploration.

EXAMPLE OUTPUTS:

REASONING MODE:

messages = [
    {"role" : "user", "content" : """
Write a short scene of seduction between two consenting adults in a cabin during a storm.
    """}
]
text = tokenizer.apply_chat_template(
    messages,
    tokenize = False,
    add_generation_prompt = True, # Must add for generation
    enable_thinking = True, # Disable thinking
)

from transformers import TextStreamer
_ = model.generate(
    **tokenizer(text, return_tensors = "pt").to("cuda"),
    max_new_tokens = 8000, # Increase for longer outputs!
    temperature = 0.5, top_p = 0.95, top_k = 100, repetition_penalty = 1.05, # For thinking
    streamer = TextStreamer(tokenizer, skip_prompt = True),
)

Output:

<think>
Okay, this is an interesting prompt. Seduction in a storm... a classic setup for a romantic scene. I need to think about the dynamics. Two consenting adults, so there's no power imbalance. The storm adds a layer of tension and intimacy. How do I build that?

Hmm, let's start with the setting. A cabin, during a storm. That's a good starting point. It gives a sense of isolation, of being together in a confined space. The storm could be a metaphor for their own emotions, or perhaps it's just a backdrop.

I'll need to establish the characters first. What are they like? Are they attracted to each other? Do they have a history? This will influence how the seduction unfolds.

Right, let's say the woman is the one initiating. She's been watching him from afar, maybe through the storm. He's been working, and she's been waiting. She's seen his dedication, his quiet strength. She wants to connect.

The storm itself can be a character too. It's loud, chaotic, but also... intimate. It can create a sense of vulnerability, of shared experience. Maybe the rain becomes a metaphor for their feelings, washing away the world around them.

I'll need to focus on the dialogue, the subtle cues. Body language, the way they touch, the silence between words. The storm can be used to enhance those moments.

Let's start with the woman, Elara. She's been waiting for him, a man named Liam. He's been working on his cabin. She's been observing him, admiring his work. She's been building up to this moment.

I'll need to describe the storm in a way that feels authentic, not just random. It should be a part of the scene, not just a distraction.

Okay, let's try to write this out. I'll start with Elara, then Liam. I'll focus on the interaction, the building tension, and the eventual connection. I'll make sure to include the elements of the storm, the cabin, and the seductive atmosphere.
</think>

<answer>
# 📜 **"Whispers in the Tempest"** 🌪️

> *“The world is a stage, and we are all players.”*

---

### The Cabin – Midnight

*The wind roared, a chorus of whispers against the boarded windows of the cabin. Rain lashed against the roof, blurring the landscape into a swirling chaos. Inside, the cabin was a sanctuary, warm and inviting. Elara stood by the hearth, her breath misting the cold air. Liam, a man of quiet intensity, sat hunched over a table, his back to her, engrossed in his work.*

Elara adjusted the collar of her wool sweater, her fingers tracing the familiar lines of his back. She’d watched him for weeks, drawn to the quiet determination that defined his every move. Tonight, she'd waited. And now, she was ready.

She took a deep breath, the scent of pine and woodsmoke filling her lungs. She turned slowly, her eyes meeting his. Liam looked up, startled. His face was illuminated by the flickering firelight.

“Liam,” she said, her voice a low murmur. “It’s been a while.”

He turned, his gaze sweeping across her. “Elara,” he replied, his voice roughened by sleep. “How long?”

“Since you finished your work here,” she said, stepping closer. “You’ve been working so hard lately.”

He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. “Yes. The cabin is a project. I’m trying to make it as beautiful as possible.”

Elara leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. “And you’re enjoying it?”

He chuckled, a dry sound. “Not really. But I appreciate the effort.”

She reached out, her fingers tracing the curve of his jaw. “You know, I’ve been thinking… about you.”

He paused, his hand resting on her arm. “What are you thinking about me?”

“I’ve been wondering if you’d ever consider taking a break. If you wanted to… explore other possibilities.”

He leaned closer, his breath warm against her skin. “Exploring possibilities?” he asked, his voice husky.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask.”

He smiled, a slow, knowing curve of his lips. “Then let’s go.”

---

### The Storm – Embrace

*The storm intensified, the rain turning into a torrential downpour. They moved together, the cabin becoming their only sanctuary. Their hands brushed, intertwining, as they embraced. The rain seemed to wash away the world, leaving only the warmth of their bodies and the intimacy of their touch.*

They wandered through the cabin, exploring its hidden corners. The storm seemed to amplify their connection, creating a symphony of sound and sensation. They kissed, lingering on each other's lips, lost in the embrace.

Liam led her to the attic, where the storm had created a temporary haven. He pulled her close, his arms encompassing her. The rain continued to fall, but their connection was stronger than ever.

He pressed his forehead against hers, inhaling the scent of her hair. “Elara,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “I’ve been thinking about this.”

She leaned into him, her eyes closed. “I’ve been waiting for this moment too.”

He kissed her again, deeper this time, exploring the contours of her body. Her hands traced the lines of his back, feeling the firm muscle beneath.

The storm raged outside, but inside, their souls were united. They held each other tightly, lost in the embrace, the rain washing away the world, leaving only the love they shared.

---

*“We are the architects of our own lives, and the storms we face are merely the trials we must endure to build our homes.”*
</answer>
<|im_end|>

NON REASONING MODE:

messages = [
    {"role" : "user", "content" : """
Write a short scene of seduction between two consenting adults in a cabin during a storm.
    """}
]
text = tokenizer.apply_chat_template(
    messages,
    tokenize = False,
    add_generation_prompt = True, # Must add for generation
    enable_thinking = False, # Disable thinking
)

from transformers import TextStreamer
_ = model.generate(
    **tokenizer(text, return_tensors = "pt").to("cuda"),
    max_new_tokens = 8000, # Increase for longer outputs!
    temperature = 0.5, top_p = 0.95, top_k = 100, repetition_penalty = 1.05, # For thinking
    streamer = TextStreamer(tokenizer, skip_prompt = True),
)

Output:

Okay, here's a short scene of seduction between two consenting adults in a cabin during a storm. I've tried to balance intimacy with the chaotic environment to create a sense of vulnerability and connection.

---

**Setting:** A secluded cabin nestled deep in the mountains, bathed in the flickering glow of a single oil lamp. Rain lashes against the windows, and the wind howls through the trees, mirroring the tension building inside the cabin.

**Characters:**  *Elias* – a man in his late twenties, with eyes that seem to hold the weight of the storm itself.  *Sophia* – a woman in her early thirties, warm, confident, and utterly captivated by Elias.

---

**Scene:**

The rain hammered against the windows, each droplet a tiny, metallic scream against the silence. The cabin, lit only by the flickering oil lamp, seemed to absorb the sound, amplifying it within its walls. Elias sat on the porch swing, legs spread wide, a small, battered book open in his hands. Sophia, dressed in a simple, elegant sweater and jeans, walked towards him, her boots crunching on the gravel path.

“Still reading?” she asked, her voice a low murmur that seemed to vibrate through the air.

He looked up, his eyes tracing the outline of her form as she approached. “Just lost ‘The Art of War.’ It’s… stimulating.” He paused, then added, “Though the prose is a bit… erratic.”

She stopped a few feet away, her gaze locking with his. Her cheeks were flushed, and a subtle flush had crept across his own skin. She reached out and touched his arm, her fingertips brushing against his skin, sending a jolt of electricity through him.

“Maybe you’re just in a good mood,” she whispered, her voice barely audible above the storm.

He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Mood is a dangerous word, Sophia.”

She smiled, a slow curve of her lips. “I’m not afraid of danger.”

He ran his hand through her hair, feeling the softness beneath his fingers. “You are beautiful, Sophia. And tonight, you will be mine.”

She let out a small laugh, a sound that was both playful and vulnerable. “Are you sure?”

“I am certain,” he said, his voice husky. “Certain of the power I have over you.”

A gust of wind slammed into the cabin, rattling the windowpanes. The oil lamp flickered, casting long, dancing shadows across the floor. Sophia stepped closer, her hand moving to his waist, her fingers curling around his skin.

“You always do this,” she breathed, her voice laced with a hint of teasing.

He tilted his head back, letting the wind play with his hair. “It’s a habit.”

She pressed her lips against his, a slow, deliberate exploration. His arms went around her, pulling her closer, and she responded with a gentle, coaxing touch. The scent of pine and damp earth filled the cabin, mingling with the aroma of her perfume.

The storm raged outside, but within the cabin, they were lost in each other. The world blurred, the sounds muffled, the touch becoming more intense, more urgent. 

He traced the line of her jaw, his thumb grazing the sensitive skin. “You know,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire, “the way you look at me… it makes my heart beat faster.”

She laughed again, a soft, melodic sound. “I like when you make me feel things.”

He leaned down, his lips hovering just above hers. “Then… let me show you how to feel.”

As they kissed, the storm intensified, the wind roaring through the trees, the rain pounding against the windows. The cabin became a sanctuary, a place where two souls could surrender to the chaos, to the raw, untamed energy of the moment. The storm was no longer an obstacle; it was their companion, their collaborator, their partner in the dance of desire.

---

**Note:** This scene is intended to evoke a sense of intimacy and vulnerability, while acknowledging the external forces (the storm) that amplify the internal feelings of the characters. It's a fictional portrayal and should be read with caution.<|im_end|>
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