#dyatlov

[thealexanderi]

Hey guys I really hate dyatlov

[foxandcatlibrary]

76th Book I Read in 2023

Title: Mountain of the Dead: The Dyatlov Pass Incident

Author: Keith McCloskey

Notes: I've seen and listened to so many documentaries about this incident, it was really interesting to read a book about it. Especially since I found it by pure chance in a second hand shop!

[cinemaquiles]

Cinco filmes com ideias interessantes mas que resultaram em filmes ruins para ver no streaming

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

My meter's only reading 3.6 roentgen. Not great, but not terrible.

It's Elephants Foot Friday!!!!

RB to instantly receive 8000 roentgens of radiation

[vicentefuentesrodriguez]

Dossier especial: el incidente del paso Dyatlov En el año 1959 una expedición en el paso Dyatlov tuvo un auténtico expediente X que a día de hoy aún no ha sido resuelto y hoy a las 20:30 h. haré un dossier especial sobre ese tema. Espero que os guste mucho. https://youtu.be/7dNu7KvQlaY

[maquina-semiotica]

Dyatlov, "Rubble" #NowPlaying

[fashionsfromhistory]

Do you have any information about the clothes that the Dyatlov Nine had on their deadly trip?

I love how wildly specific this is. I don't, not off the top of my head, but publishing because I'm sure someone can point you in the right direction

[disease]

DYATLOV PASS INCIDENT [1959]

гибель тургруппы Дятлова

[yns-world]

Chernobyl Men and What Kind of Lovers They Are

Pairings: Valery Legasov x Reader, Boris Shcherbina x Reader, Anatoly Dyatlov x Reader, Aleksandr Akimov x Reader, Leonid Toptunov x Reader, Boris Stolyarchuk x Reader, Vasily Ignatenko x Reader

Warnings: none

a/n: this is based entirely on HBO’s Chernobyl and purely fictional.

requests are open for chernobyl 😼

Valery Legasov:

Valery is a slow lover.

Valery is an older man who has grown used to his own solitude. A majority of his life has been spent on his academics and work, he didn’t have neither the time nor the reason to invest in a relationship.

His whole life had been rushed past in a flurry, and it wasn’t until he had met you that he finally felt the desire to want to savor each second.

On the occasional day off, expect at least an extra hour in bed spent lounging across each other’s bodies, head to chest, nose to neck; coffee and tea brewing whilst birds proceed their own morning rituals; and if the weather permits, strolls through nature as you two fill the space between you with words.

Boris Shcherbina:

Boris is a classic lover.

Steeped in Soviet tradition and prestige, this man will bring you the moon and stars as he courts you

The money, gifts, jewelry, are a bare minimum to him. Over time as the two of you get closer, Boris will come to appreciate the things that neither power nor money can acquire: the preciousness of emotion; the treasure of connection.

He’s a very stubborn man, but he gives you more of a leeway and will stop himself short and satisfy you. This man can never stand in a serious argument with you, it’ll always go your way, much to his detest sometimes. 

Anatoly Dyatlov:

Anatoly is the all-around Soviet man, and that applies to his love life. 

Strict, rigid, and stubborn--but loyal. Once Dyatlov makes up his mind, that’s it. 

While you and Anatoly butt heads every now and again, that man will lay his life for you--that much has been promised from the day you two had begun your relationship. 

His attitude and personality around you is gentler and calmer; his eyebrows won’t be so dug in all the time lol

At work, his mind often wanders to thoughts of you and he scribbles down those thoughts and ideas in the margins of his books.

He’ll pick up small habits from you here and there--smoke cigarettes less often, substitute a cup of coffee for water, etc--and he tells you that he does this because its “easier to appease you” or something along those lines, but it’s really because he’s finally seeing himself through your eyes; with that same gentleness and warmth that you offer him.

Aleksandr Akimov:

Aleks is the college boyfriend-turned-serious.

Akimov was always serious about you--seriously head-over-heels--whereas it took you some time to actually learn of the depth of your feelings for him. 

Not to say that you were cruel or that you led him on, no, just that you didn’t know if this relationship would pan out after the two of you graduated.

Akimov is a hearty boy full of passion--a great academician and a great lover, you are never left unsatisfied. 

It’s all smiles and giggles for the both of you as you two were constantly in your honey-moon high. 

When you two aren’t together, he’s nose in his books as swears he’ll put you in the best high-rise that money can buy once you two graduate.

Both of you are two of the best students at your institution, and both of you keep trying to tell the other to relax before your brains explode but to no avail. Now you just spend some extra time studying together.

Leonid Toptunov:

Leonid offers an innocent school love.

You guys had gone to the same school since you were young children, all the way through high school.

You and Leonid had always been each other’s closest friends for as long as anyone could remember.

There was always love between you--a light, spring childhood love taking it’s time to blossom. 

By the time you were both in high school, Leonid was crushed by the suffocating weight of his own feelings.

You and everyone else in town were painfully aware of this, and you had wanted to relieve him of his pain but no, he wanted to do things the right way.

One warm, sunny Saturday afternoon, Leonid took you on a picnic and handed you a paper with a simple yet truth-bearing message.

With tears welling in his eyes--both from the grueling wait, and also at the physical manifestation of his love for you--you took him into your arms and squeezed all the doubt out of his body.

I love you.

Boris Stolyarchuk:

Contrary to the previous boys, Boris was an academic rival turned colleague. 

Constantly pushing each other to the edge, every class session sparked in heated debate--at first it was about the topics, but then it was just competition to see who could think quicker on their feet, who was able to jump around and overpower the other. There was no better high. 

You two were always vying for the number one spot at the university that at graduation, the school had no choice but to name you both valedictorians. 

Quickly following graduation, you both were hired to work at the Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant, ironically in the same unit and in the same control room. 

It took some time getting used to, but you were finally able not to constantly spar with each other (Dyatlov had to get this point across through multiple meetings)

When you two finally started to work together, a new layer broke through. A camaraderie, a respect, and mutual attraction. 

For all the hell you put each other through, you two were also unbelievable as a duo. The competitiveness doesn’t go away altogether, but there is also a deep fondness and understanding of each other. No one can fully understand the depth of your intelligence, your wittiness, or comprehend the evolution both you and your mind had gone on--no one, other than Boris. And the same applies the other way. No one is as adept as you are with him. 

Vasily Ignatenko:

Vasily is the cheeky boy who gets on your nerves. 

He makes it his personal mission to set off each and every last one of your nerves, he thrives off seeing your blood boil. 

You can’t stand him, but you don’t notice how you’re his only victim.

Eventually his teasing will give way to light-hearted jokes that give way to sincere compliments.

Vasily will keep his humor and his jestering throughout the relationship, for better or worse. 

Beyond that joking exterior, Vasily is very observant of both the environment around him and of you as well. He memorizes everything about you, from the minute details to everything in between.

a/n: i hope you enjoyed! if you did, please consider reblogging since it helps my account! :)

DON'T BE A GHOST READER!!!! i would love to hear your thoughts and opinions, and comments are what keep writers going <3

[denaliwrites]

Dance on a Tightrope of Weird

Crowley x GN!Reader

Summary: Crowley was not expecting you to lose your shit when he asked what you were reading.

Soundtrack: Crazy = Genius by Panic! at the Disco

Requests: Open!

Warnings: The ravings of a madwoman. (It's me, I'm the madwoman.)

It wasn't unusual for Crowley to find you tucked away somewhere in the bookshop reading one of the countless old books Aziraphale kept around. You liked classic literature, and history, and philosophy, and who knew whatever other subjects you happened to find lying around the place.

What was unusual, however, was finding you sat in his usual armchair, reading what was decidedly not a two-hundred-year-old first-edition copy of the random novel you'd decided to bury yourself in that day.

He paused in front of you, carefully tilting the book you held up so that he could look at the cover.

"Dead Mountain?" he asked, an eyebrow cocked so high you could see it over the rim of his sunglasses.

"No, no," you said, a fire immediately lighting in your eyes. "No. Don't even get me started. This is fucking insane."

Crowley never was one to listen to your advice. "Oh?" he prompted casually, and suddenly a chair appeared behind him that he, without looking, flopped down into and sprawled across.

"No, because--"

He loved watching you read. The quiet intent, the way your face moved in tandem with whatever emotions the text wanted you to feel. He'd once walked in on you sobbing along with some tearjerking novel (as a side note, that was the first time Crowley had found himself wanting to kill a book?), and another time he'd walked in on you cheering over something... triumphant, he assumed, or at least something like that.

This was different. New.

He loved it too. The fevered look in your eyes, the frustrated set of your jaw. The way your hand, shaped like a predator's claws, gripped his knee tightly in excitement.

"This is--" you were saying, and Crowley startled back into the moment, eyes on you, attention now unwaveringly on your blazing gaze. "This is so fucking insane. I can't get over this."

"Over what, darling?" he asked, and your gaze sharpened on him, as if only just realizing he was there.

"Do you know about the Dyatlov Pass Incident?"

It sounded familiar. "Tell me all about it, darling."

"Oh, you're gonna regret that."

He wouldn't. Not ever.

"Okay, so -- Soviet Russia. 1959. Middle of winter. These nine hikers -- actually, it was originally ten. These ten experienced hikers go into the Ural Mountains to, like. Upgrade themselves? 'Cause I guess there are levels to being a hiker, and you have to go on increasingly more difficult hikes to level up. So all ten were level two or whatever, and they were going on a level three hike to upgrade to level three."

He nodded, even though all the information was secondary in his attention. He just liked listening to you.

"Okay. So they get to this little town, and while they're there, all the locals are telling them shit like, 'Don't go up that mountain,' or 'you'll die up there!' Like, horror movie type shit. The kind of stuff that makes you yell at the TV."

He was familiar with that. You did that a lot -- but so did he.

"Oh, and the mountain they were hiking on? In the local language it's called Kholat Syakhl. Do you know what that means?"

He... he did. He knew what everything in every language meant. But he let you have this, because you were clearly excited. Seeing the way you motioned with the book, he waved toward it and asked, "Dead mountain?"

"Fucking -- dead mountain!"

He chuckled, but otherwise stayed silent.

"So they're getting all these crazy warnings and the mountain is literally called Dead Mountain in the local language, but they decide to go anyway! So they go off, but before they get very far, one of them is like, 'I'm so sick, I can't go on!' and so he tells them he's gonna go back to the town, and they leave without him."

"I take it he's the only survivor?"

You nodded. "Yeah. The other nine kept going. Oh, and another crazy thing -- one of the girls on the trip was keeping a journal? That's how we know about, like... 90% of the things that happened after they left the town."

He nodded. "Makes sense."

"So, because of this girl's journal, right? We know that one of the hikers just, like, fully went off his fucking rocker about a day into the trip."

"What?" Crowley asked, leaning forward with interest.

"Yeah! He started getting really antsy, and he kept shouting stuff at seemingly nothing? He yelled, like, 'Stop following us!' and stuff like that. At nothing!"

Crowley, for effect, took his sunglasses off so that you could see his surprised look.

"Anyway. So they keep going, even though literally everything that could ever say 'turn back' is saying 'turn the fuck back!' They got off course --"

"As you do."

"As you fucking do. They got off course and decided to hunker down for the night and retrace their steps in the morning. They set up camp, went to bed, and then they all fucking died."

"Oh, I imagine there's more to it than that," Crowley said.

The grin on your face was bordering on manic. "Oh, of course. First of all, according to the girl's journal, two of the hikers went batshit, started laughing hysterically for no reason, and then took off into the night, never to be seen again -- well, not alive, anyway."

"Ominous," Crowley observed thoughtfully.

"Right? And the other weird thing about that -- well, pre them all dying. There was, according to the girl, a big, glowing orange ball of light in the sky that night. They have a picture of it," you said, turning the book so that he could see. "Of course, it's in black and white, but still. And -- the craziest part of that, is that there were hikers on the other side of the mountain on the same night who confirmed the big glowing orange ball of light!"

Crowley's mouth dropped open.

"I KNOW! And then -- their deaths are even more bizarre! First of all, they cut their way out of their tent? Like, they didn't just -- open it and leave. They cut. Their way out. And then they ran down the side of the mountain into the trees. No one's really sure how anything else happened, but what we know for sure is that three of them were found a little up the mountain, like they'd been trying to make their way back up."

"Mhm."

"And two were found naked -- right at the edge of the trees, under one of the bigger ones. Some branches in the tree were broken in a way that seems to indicate that they were trying to climb up and get a view of the camp. There were also remains of a fire beside the bodies. We don't know for sure why they were naked, but the theory is paradoxical stripping."

"And what's that?" Crowley asked, even though he knew.

"It's when you're so cold that you start to feel hot, and so you take off all your clothes."

Demonic work, he was sure.

"So that's five of them. They were found shortly after they died. The other four weren't found until a few months later, after the spring thawed a lot of the snow."

"Why weren't they found right away?"

"Because they were found in a ravine about a mile past the treeline! Three of them were found in a stream in this ravine. One of them had a piece of her skull missing? And all of them had major trauma to their chests -- like, high-speed impact by a delivery truck kind of major impact. To this day, no one's sure what the fuck caused that kind of damage."

Crowley clicked his tongue in thought.

"And the last one -- she was found sitting up against a big boulder? The official report describes her like that. Sitting up against a boulder. She had, like, chunks of her face missing? And her tongue was missing. Like, the whole thing."

"You specified the official report," Crowley observed. "Is that important?"

"Oh! Yes! Because the pictures of the area? They show her as laying face down in the stream with the others!"

"That's suspicious."

"Right? On top of all that, their bodies had traces of radiation! Not their clothes, though, or their belongings. Just the bodies."

Crowley hummed.

"Oh! And their tent -- when authorities found the tent, it looked like it had been put up by amateurs. Like, level zero hikers. But these were level two hikers doing their level three hike. There's no reason their tent would've been put up like that. Even if they were in a rush or scared or whatever, it would've been put up at least sort of better."

He nodded in understanding.

"It's just -- it's all so crazy!"

"I can tell," he mused aloud, lips quirking into a smirk at your perplexed and frustrated expression.

"The thing with the girl's face is really weird," you said after a moment of thought. "The theory is scavengers, but reports of the incident specify there were no animals in the area. Like, I feel like if there were scavengers, you'd write down 'no predators,' or even 'no wolves or bears.' But no, they wrote, very specifically, 'no animals.' Like, I dunno, it just feels like that's a weird distinction to make. But then, if there weren't any animals, how did her face end up with bits missing?"

"I couldn't tell you."

"And why lie about her, too? Why move her and put her in the stream when the report literally says she was up against the boulder?"

He shrugged, before shifting forward to grip your knee.

"I just -- it's all so crazy, and weird, and -- and --"

"Oh," Crowley interjected, looking thoughtful. "Now I know why that all sounds familiar."

"Huh?"

"Yeah, that was demonic work," he continued, blissfully unaware of your increasingly maddening expression. "I'm pretty sure that was my side."

"So you -- you know what happened?"

He finally caught your expression, the set of your jaw and slight twitch in your eye. "Oh -- yeah. Of course," he said, sounding rather unsure, actually. If anything, that just seemed to aggravate you more. "Space yetis."

"... SPACE YETIS!?"

[devouredmelancholy]

[pedroam-bang]

Chernobyl (2019)

[holycatsandrabbits]

On this day in 1959 searchers discovered the abandoned tents of a group of friends near what would become known as Dyatlov Pass.

On Feb 1, 1959, nine young Soviet hikers died on Kholat Syakhl in the Ural Mountains. They were a group of experienced skiers led by 23-year-old student Igor Dyatlov. The group missed a planned check-in by telegram on Feb 12, and on Feb 26, searchers found the hikers’ camp in a very unexpected condition.

*The tent was partly covered in snow, and had been cut open from the inside

*The group’s shoes had been left in the tent

*Footprints led down to a nearby wood, where there were the remains of a fire and two bodies dressed only in underclothes.

*A nearby tree had broken branches, suggesting it had been climbed.

*Three other bodies were found nearby.

*The last four bodies were found in the spring, lying in a stream. Some of these were wearing clothes belonging to bodies that had been found undressed. 

*Some of the bodies had severe blunt-force trauma that likely killed them, and others apparently died from hypothermia

*There were no footprints from anyone outside the group

*One of the bodies had traces of radiation

*One witness at a funeral described the victims’ skin as being tanned

*Much later, witnesses reported that they saw mysterious lights in the sky on the night of the incident

In 2021, a study was published in the journal Communications Earth & Environment which showed that a slab avalanche was a probable explanation.

Check out my Weird Wednesday blog post for the whole story and some writing prompts based on the event, such as:

A link in the chain. There are at least two similar events to Dyatlov Pass. The Chivruay Pass incident took place in 1973 in the Lovozero Massif mountain range and involved the deaths of ten hikers from hypothermia. The Hamar-Daban pass incident refers to the death of six of seven members of a hiking team from hypothermia in the Hamar-Daban mountain range in 1993. Your story could involve some sort of curse or other paranormal bad luck. Maybe an old legend warns of hikers staying on mountains on a certain night, or perhaps a ghost wanders the area, and those who see it are doomed to be lost.

DannyeChase.com ~ AO3 ~ Linktree ~ Weird Wednesday writing prompts blog ~ Resources for Writers

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[maquina-semiotica]

Dyatlov, "Rubble"

[dovebugxoxo]

We're so fucking back. I am finally working on this again, after the proper amount of bullying from within.

[denaliwrites]

How the Wine Plays Tricks on My Tongue

Crowley x GN!Reader

Catch and Release Prompt: "Plot"

Summary: Much to Crowley's amusement, it turns out there's a movie about the Dyatlov Pass Incident -- and you just watched it. Sequel to Dance on a Tightrope of Weird.

Soundtrack: Crazy = Genius by Panic! at the Disco

Requests: Open!

Warnings: The ravings of a madwoman (it's me, hi, I'm the madwoman, it's me). Spoilers for Devil's Pass (Harlin, 2013).

"Crowley! Crowley -- you'll never believe... what I found."

You'd been drinking.

Crowley regretted supplying you with wine the moment he saw you, sitting up in bed, hugging a pillow almost as big as you to your chest, and staring blearily at the TV.

"What did you find, dearest?" he asked with a sigh as he leaned up against the doorframe.

"There's -- there's a movie."

Crowley blinked. "I rather think there's a lot of those, actually," he said, both exasperated and trying to bite down a smile, lest you see and be encouraged to keep this up.

"No, no -- idiot." Ouch. "You don't understand. Look!"

You pointed vehemently at the TV.

He leaned forward and at a slight curve so that he could see the screen. On it, he saw the selection page for a movie called Devil's Pass.

"What am I looking at, love?" he asked, turning back to you with an eyebrow curiously cocked.

"It's --" You groaned in frustration. "It's about the Dyatlov Pass Incident!"

Oh.

Oh, no.

You were back on that, then, it seemed.

Crowley resisted the urge to sigh and instead moved to sit down beside you. His intention was to gently coax you away from the movie, maybe put on something a little more relaxing.

Instead, your arms slithered around his waist, locking him in place. And -- where had that remote come from -- why were you pressing buttons -- why was the movie starting --

Oh, no.

"Darling, I don't think now is really --"

"Shut up and watch the fucking movie."

You were quite bossy drunk, apparently. He would've liked to explore that more, if not for the fact that you were... well, drunk.

As the movie played, he eventually relaxed, even going so far as to wrap you up in his arms and pull you into his lap. Him making moves to stay made you relax as well, thankfully, and soon enough the two of you were cuddled up together.

He barely paid attention to the movie -- his eyes were on you, admiring everything from how engrossed you were in the story to things like your hairline and the shape of your nose.

He wasn't one to give God credit for many things, but you? Even Crowley could admit that you were one of Her greatest masterpieces.

He didn't expect you to pull away when the movie ended, but you did -- and, in fact, he only knew the movie was over because you pulled away. "Something wrong?" he asked, sitting up with you and taking in your dumbstruck expression. "Darling?"

"It was -- it was so bad."

He nodded absently. "The majority are, dearest."

"No, it -- like, it was... it was So. Bad."

Oh, no.

"Like -- first of all, turning the real, tragic deaths of nine people with still-living relatives and friends into a cheap monster movie? Morally questionable at best. But also the -- the time travel? And becoming a mutated monster because you used a time machine, a-and these mutated monsters from our time being the cause of the Incident? I..."

Crowley hushed you with a soft sound and a kiss to the temple. "It's all right, darling. It's over now, you never have to think about it again."

"Oh, this is all I'll be thinking about for days. Weeks."

He'd hoped that, because you were drunk at the time, you'd be wrong. But nope. You really did think about that cursed movie for exactly 17 days, 9 hours, 42 minutes, and 38 seconds.