#they are not a least weasel

[enby-denby]

Not me, sitting on my newest TADC oc weeks after I first drew them:

This is Totes, a more self-inserty oc than Bishop and based in part on a stuffed fox with weird, heavy-lidded eyes that I had as a kid. They are more generally based on the concept of pencil cases and tote bags shaped like stuffed animals, hence the clip for their tail and why, in lieu of clothes, they have a giant zippered pocket running the length of their torso, allowing them to store things (and people) harmlessly inside their stomach.

Their story (one of the ones I will publish on AO3, eventually) is that they came to the circus high as F@$% and took Pomni and Jax's warnings and taunts about being "stuck" as a joke, playing along and having a fun time all throughout their first day... and then having the (literally) sobering realization that they were right the next day, in which their freak out makes Pomni's look relatively tame.

BTW, did I mention how freakishly tall this Weaseloid is? Usually they're a gentle giant... barring extreme cumulative stresses. Outside of that they're nice, quick with jokes and resourceful.

[michaelnordeman]

Least weasel/vessla in its white winter coat. Värmland, Sweden (February 12, 2023).

[coywolfcollections]

Mustelids! (Prints available here)

[amber-tortoiseshell]

Phylogenetic weasel tournament

Family: Mustelidae

Subfamily: Lutrinae, Mustelinae, Ictonychinae

Genus: Lontra, Hydrictis, Lutra, Lutrogale, Aonyx, Enhydra, Pteronura; Neogale, Mustela; Galictis, Lyncodon, Ictonyx, Poecilogale, Vormela

pictures: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

[moomeecore]

a love letter to weasels ❤️🩷

[unsanctitude]

pretty kitty

[farmhandler]

Idk if you’re still doing prompts but if you are would you consider doing Wade (with Logan) meeting up with weasel after a while and weasel doing his usual quips about Wade’s scars. & Wade tries to laugh it off and is like ‘lol good one’ but Logan is having NONE ❌of it

I am a sucker for protective Logan.... At least in movieverse I don't think Weasel would go out of his way to insult Wade if we're looking at a more grounded approach to their relationship, so here's my take on it!

Either unspecified established relationship or could take place in my series we're just going to say Logan is fine in a bar for this scene if so

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"It's a bar," Logan said, at Wade's expectant look. "Seen a lot of 'em."

"It's not just any bar." Wade placed his hand on Logan's chest. "And you're not just any man. You're—"

"Holy shit, is that the Wolverine?"

Logan didn't even know what random shithead had spoken up. After over a year of living in this new world, he'd gotten over the glamor of being recognized as a hero and now he just wanted people to leave him the fuck alone when he was out.

"Fuck off," Logan said, loud enough to cut across the noise. They moved away from the entrance, and he followed Wade through the crowd of people, noting the way Wade's body language changed. It was interesting to watch the way the flair he threw into every action mostly evaporated. The patrons, too—they looked at Wade the way you looked at a viper: you hoped it didn't show its fangs.

Him wearing his mask probably helped, aided slightly by Logan's leather jacket sitting on his shoulders. He'd gone through an entire theatrical routine to get Logan to give his jacket to Wade because he was just 'too cold to survive even a second longer in this frozen hell'. It was nearly summer.

"Weasel, my man, how the fuck have you been?" Wade said loudly as soon as he sat down. Logan settled into the stool next to him, fiddling with a cigar. No smoking, but it felt good to hold.

“Wade,” the infamous Weasel greeted, turning around briefly to put away a couple glasses. “Haven’t seen you in a long while. You said you’d stop by.” Weasel glanced at Logan. “This the boyfriend?”

Weasel glanced at him again. Wade had talked a lot about Weasel. Sounded like an interesting character.

“Hey,” Logan greeted. “Wade’s talked a lot about you. Nice to meet you.”

“You, too, Wolverine. Mr. Wolverine?” Logan went to put his cigar in his mouth, and Weasel’s eyes drifted to his arms. “Wow, you are…very strong. You look strong.” Weasel blinked. “I mean that in the straightest way possible.”

“Uh huh,” Logan said.

“No hitting on Logan. He’s off-limits,” Wade said. He moved to pull off his mask. “But if you hit on me, please give it your best shot. I’ve been working my ass off trying to make Logan jealous and it hasn’t paid off yet. But I’m patient.”

“Wow,” Weasel said. “You haven’t been here in so long I forgot what you look like.”

Logan’s head snapped up from trying to read what someone had scratched into the surface of the bar as soon as those words left Weasel’s mouth. He looked at Wade to gauge his reaction, to see if he’d somehow misunderstood, but he looked shocked.

Not angry; just shocked. The look was there and then gone.

That was worse. Worse than Wade being angry was Wade being surprised into being hurt. To say Wade felt insecure about his appearance would’ve been an understatement. His current circle of friends would not have said a word about his scars—he didn’t know Weasel to know if this was usual for them.

Like it fucking mattered. To say that Logan’s hackles were raised would have been an even bigger understatement.

“What the fuck did you just say to him?” Logan said, pulling away his cigar and leaning forward. He curled his fist and slid it in front of him across the bar. “I think I misheard.”

Weasel blinked. “Uh—"

Wade barked a laugh that mirrored the look that had been on his face.

“Angel baby, calm down. Put the claws away. This is just our thing. It’s funny. Weasel, don’t listen to him.”

Weasel’s laugh was quick and a little nervous. Logan bit back his response, because as much as he was protective of Wade, this was Wade’s friend. He stuck his cigar back in his mouth and watched them.  

“I’m still me,” Wade said to Weasel. He shrugged. His fingers reached out to slip over the edge of his mask on the bartop, pulling it closer. “We haven’t had our banter in fucking ages. What would you do if you were me? Come on, hit me.”

Logan curled his fist tighter. He made sure to tell Wade at every opportunity he loved the way he looked, and they had worked so fucking hard to get to a point where Wade didn’t talk about smashing his face in every time he looked in a mirror.

“Well, if you insist.” Weasel shrugged. “If I looked the way you looked, I’d cover up every reflective surface. I’d smash them, so I couldn’t even be tempted.”

“Tried that one,” Wade said flippantly. “Logan just replaced them. I kind of miss the avocado comparison. Run that one by me again?”

Weasel turned around briefly to grab a few bottles. “Were they moldy, or just ugly?”

“Maybe both?”

Wade’s laugh was not a good laugh. He’d pulled his mask in his lap and kept fiddling with the velcro. Logan realized what was happening an instant after weasel started talking.

“You look like the baby of those two avocados came out ugly, only the ugly baby look never went away. The baby just grew up like that and everyone had to pretend it was normal until—"  

“All right, that’s it. I’ve heard enough,” Logan said. He pointed a finger at Weasel. “You do not fucking talk to Wade or about Wade like that. Period.”

“Sorry,” Weasel said immediately, raising his hands. “Didn’t mean to offend.”

“Logan—” Wade started.

“I don’t care what this is,” Logan interrupted. “I don’t care that you two have been friends for years or that this is some fucking game for the both of you. All I’m hearing is you telling my fucking boyfriend in front of my face things that aren’t true. There is nothing wrong with the way Wade looks. Wade is not ugly. Wade is beautiful, and you will apologize to him right fucking now.”

“Logan, it’s fine,” Wade said. “This is our thing. We used to talk like this all the time.” He nudged him. “You’re embarrassing me.”

“I—I really didn’t mean anything by it,” Weasel said. “Sorry.”

Logan turned to Wade. “You are not ugly, and I won’t fucking stand hearing it. Not from you, and especially not from anyone else. You think I don’t see how you’re—”

He cut himself off. Later. He’d save that for later.

“Whatever you two talk about on your own time, that’s not my business,” Logan continued. “But I’m not putting up with it while I’m here.” He ran his hand through his hair. “Christ.”

Wade was staring down at his mask now, holding it white-knuckled. The bar was packed and loud, and as far as Logan could tell, no one was really paying them any attention, thank fuck.

“Sorry,” Weasel said, sounding like he meant it. He nodded at Logan. “Shit, man…yeah, you're right, I'm—I'm sorry.”

“Is he?” Wade said, his voice unexpectedly quiet.

“Yeah. When we said all that shit, you thought…we thought you’d be able to fix it.” Weasel cast a glance at Logan, who raised his eyebrows. Weasel nodded at his glass. “The way you look is fine, Wade. You’re not ugly. Sorry I said all that.”

“Yeah.” Wade sighed. “I’m just me.”

Logan slipped his hand over Wade’s and squeezed. Wade squeezed back.

"Hey." Logan caught Wade's gaze. "You are perfect the way you are. In every way. I mean it."

Logan probably should have considered how this was Wade's usual haunt when he went in for a kiss, but if anyone cared, he was pretty certain the claws would convince them otherwise.

“Let’s talk about the fact that you clearly haven’t showered in a week,” Wade suddenly said to Weasel, leaning onto the bar. “Your hair’s usual straw-like quality means it holds all the grease incredibly well.”

“I’ve been busy,” Weasel said, hurrying to busy his hands and not look at either of them. They went back and forth like that, conversation moving to safer topics. Logan shifted his hand to Wade’s knee and held it there until they left.

[warcrimesimulator]

Common least weasel (Mustela nivalis nivalis)

Photos [1, 2] © Clive Bowley

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Please vote for whichever animal is cuter, not whichever one you like more!

[jokuvainart]

Been here before

[snototter]

A least weasel (Mustela nivalis) in Mongolia

by Tselmeg Tumendelger

[weasel-war-dance]

Least Weasel | jamesbot

[michaelnordeman]

Weasel/vessla. Here in Värmland, some of the weasels molt their fur during winter, mirroring the behaviour of those further north, while others retain their brown pelage throughout the year, akin to those in southern regions of the country. Värmland, Sweden (February 25, 2018).

[amber-tortoiseshell]

Phylogenetic weasel tournament

...and we have a winner!

art by @weasel-posting <3

The least weasel has officially become the most weasel!

Congratulation!

Thank you everyone for participating! I hope you enjoyed this tournament just as much as I did.

[antiqueanimals]

Least weasel (Mustela nivalis)

A Natural History of British and Foreign Quadrupeds. Written by James H. Fennell. 1843.

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[catwouthats]

I’m researching all the animals wolverine gets compared to so I can see which ones are most like him and to which degree they are like him.

Bro this shit is fueling headcanons…

His love language is definitely gift giving, but he wouldn’t usually say the gift is from him. It would just appear at the person’s place. Like randomly, his friends get random tiny things, and they have no fucking clue where they come from??? And things they thought they lost appear again?? They must just think they are lucky at first.