#dyatlov

[elenatria]

Bryukhanov in his undershirt, babyyyyy.

Some "new" publicity stills from the site that keeps on giving.

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

If I had a nickel for every time the name Dyatlov was associated with a disaster in the Soviet Union, I would have two nickels, which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.

[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

[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!?"

[disease]

DYATLOV PASS INCIDENT [1959]

гибель тургруппы Дятлова

[devouredmelancholy]

[elenatria]

My Chernobyl prints on their way to meet @fuerst-von-argot 's apartment. 🥰

[pedroam-bang]

Chernobyl (2019)

[inkyami]

Expectations:

Reality:

[crimesandcuriosities]

Pictured: searchers find the abandoned tent belonging to nine lost hikers in Russia's Ural Mountains, 26th February 1959.

The Dyatlov Pass Incident: A Chilling Mystery

In late January of 1959, ten hikers led by 23-year-old Igor Dyatlov set out to trek through Russia’s remote Ural Mountains. One member turned back early due to an injury, leaving nine to trudge on into the snowy abyss. When the group failed to return home on schedule, a rescue mission was launched, but the search ended in tragedy and mystery.

On 26th February, the search team found a tent abandoned and cut open from the inside, as though its occupants had fled in a panic. Nearby, the bodies of five hikers were discovered in various states of undress, suggesting hypothermia. Due to treacherous weather conditions, the remaining four hikers were found later in the year on May 4th, buried under 13 feet of snow. A closer inspection of the deceased is where this case takes a more alarming turn.

Some of the bodies bore gruesome and inexplicable injuries, ranging from fractured skulls, broken ribs, and in one case, missing eyes and tongue. Theories about the cause of the injuries have circulated, with the most plausible explanation being the group fell victim to an avalanche and foraging wild animals. However, several factors have cast doubt over this theory, including the sporadic placement and partially dressed state of the bodies, as well as the fact their tent and belongings were not buried in any recently displaced snow.

More sinister suggestions have ranged from murder to military experiments, and even alien encounters. Sadly, despite much speculation, the truth about what really happened remains unknown 66 years later, cementing the Dyatlov Pass incident as one of history's most enduring mysteries.

A longer and more detailed post about this case can be read here.

[dovebugxoxo]

Last night's D&D session had so much fun stuff in it, including an interactive battle screen for the final fight --- which was designed specifically to look like an Octopath Traveler boss fight. This screen allowed me to keep track of my players' HP, AC, spell slots, the Lucky feat, and Ki points. It was such a blast to make. (ft. Alsike, which belongs to @snailienz and Caleb which belongs to @sarrycake and Fox, whom is my wife's creation!!) Bonus: