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[venusxxlangdon]

Of Mice & Snakes - Part 3. The Snake

pairing: Michael Langdon x fem!reader x Tom Riddle 

warnings: crossover, third-person narration, smut (threesome, dp, spitting, dirty talk), angst, character death 

words: 3k  summary: AU where Michael Langdon, Tom Riddle, and fem!reader are caught in an intricate relationship where power and lust go hand in hand. Sometimes the only way to forget is to take the memories out of your head and store them in the Pensieve.

This is the final part. 

Part 1 Part 2 Chapter's soundtrack: Ludovico Einaudi - View From the Other Side 

“He had my back long enough to stab me right into it”  The snow was falling slowly, covering the roofs and the broad shoulders of the sleeping ogres that were supposed to keep the guard with the thick layer of silver blanket. Ever since the Dark Lord took the reigns, each village had ogres and werewolves as the night watchers in case any of the rebels decided to attack.

It was a deep night, and only a few lights in the giant mansion that sprawled out for several hectares were on. They were dim but more than enough to give a soft glow to this one particular spot in the living room.  

The spot by a fireplace. 

A big emerald-green velvet armchair was right in front of it. A huge pile of parchment paper was on the left-hand side. It was impossible to understand what was written on the notes because the handwriting was small, and most parts of the sentences were crossed out - it seemed as if whoever wrote them was in an incredibly frustrated state. Or furious. In life, very often these two feelings go hand in hand. 

The flames from the fireplace cast warm light onto the walls with intricate gobelens. One of them pictured a family tree titled “The Riddle Family”. Some of the spots were burnt out indicating that certain members were excluded for reasons only a pure-blood wizard would understand and consider fair. 

But nobody knew that the entire thing was fake. Tom Riddle came from a muggle family, and all these “excluded” members were nobody but imaginary people that he put on the wall to give the impression that he cared about the purity of his blood. 

He was sitting in the armchair with his long legs crossed. Pale, aristocratic hands rested neatly on the handles. His eyes were closed, his breath even. He was used to evenings like this. After all, he did not have anyone left. Death Eaters could not be counted on. They were just mere subjects, loyal to their Lord, but their loyalty was based on fear and, in some cases, pure insanity. They could not be trusted. But who could he ever trust? The one he considered his brother (not by blood, but by how close they were) betrayed him.

Tom squeezed his fingers around the handles, making his knuckles bleed white. No matter how many years passed, he could not forgive Langdon. He did not betray just Riddle. He betrayed their master plan, almost ruined everything, and over what? A fucking bitch. Just from the thought of it alone, he felt the burning rage boiling up in his stomach and rising to his throat, making him gulp heavily. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and sighed. As he stretched one of his arms, his fingers lightly brushed the pile of notes next to him. He pulled one. 

“Maybe you will wrap your mind around it one day, Tom. She loves both of us,” the scribed letters said. The rest of the paragraph faded with time, but Riddle knew it by heart. 

Y/N never loved any of them, and if Langdon had ever believed otherwise, he was a complete fool and had no right to be his ally in the first place, Riddle thought. She was scared like a little mouse that she was. It was her plan all along: to make them fall for her and then flee when the time came. She pretended to be by their side. Luckily Riddle made her give the unbreakable vow, and that was the only thing that saved his plan in the end. The little bitch could not escape the ancient magic and paid for her dishonesty. 

But she was useful. Thanks to Y/N, Michael and Tom did manage to access her father’s archive and find clues about the location of the Elder Wand. Riddle could feel the weight of it in his pocket. It was real and it brought him the power he had always lusted after. He did not even flinch when he had to point it at his friend, brother, and ally - Michael Langdon. By that point, he had already found out that Langdon was on Y/N’s side. 

He remembered vividly the animalistic roar “Avada Kedavra!” and how the green light coming from his wand pierced through the green flame of Langdon’s wand and then went straight to Michael’s heart. The blond wizard fell dead on the cold concrete of the Glenfinnan Viaduct that Hogwarts Express used to go over every year with the students on board. 

Only one Lord could exist. 

Riddle crunched the piece of paper in his hand and threw it into the fire; the flames swallowed it immediately. He could hear the ticking of the ancient clock. He glanced at it quickly. Midnight. 

“Actio”, he commanded and immediately, a small coffee table with little glass bottles appeared in front of him. Tom sat straight in his armchair and took one of the tiny bottles in one hand. With the other hand, he dived into the folds of his gown and pulled out his wand. He closed his eyes. Let’s see what memory he could get rid of that night. Riddle pointed the tip of the want at his temple and whispered:

“Pensieve”*

A thin silver string started to appear at the end of the wand, stretching out from his head. He pulled a bit more letting it come out completely, and then he stored it right into the prepared bottle. The silver ribbon peacefully rested inside the glass. He knew what it was about. 

“Who are your Lords, darling?” he whispered in her ear while holding her by the neck as she lay atop him with her arms around his torso. Her hair was a mess, mouth hung open as she succumbed to the pleasure of two thick cocks stretching out her abused holes. Riddle was on his back, penetrating her throbbing pussy, and Langdon was behind her stretching her tight ass. He could tell Y/N was on the verge of crying from how overstimulated she felt.

“We can’t hear you”, Michael panted and reached out to her head to yank it and make her face Riddle’s smirk. She winced and looked at the man in front of her through hooded eyes. She was so full. 

“You,” she answered barely moving her spit-slick lips, and her eyes rolled back at the particular hard thrust of Michael’s hips. Tom slid his hands down her body to grab her thighs and brought her dipper onto his cock. He could feel Michael moving inside of her too. Both of their cocks were slipping in and out with a filthy, sloppy sound. 

“Good girl”, Michael’s colossal palm landed on the delicate skin of her asscheek, leaving a red print. She moaned and involuntarily, out of pure reflexes, pushed herself back onto him. “There you go,” he praised and spread her wider, admiring how her asshole was taking him. The beads of sweat were collecting on his forehead, blond locks sticking to it. 

Riddle’s hands were on her breasts that were bouncing in front of his face. He squeezed her nipples tightly eliciting another loud moan from her. He passionately attached his mouth to hers, savoring every sound she made. He kissed her hungrily, drinking in the power he had over her. They had. Y/N was their little puppet. He could feel how Michael pulled out of her just to fill her back up. The sound of his balls slapping against her ass and their low moans was bouncing off the walls of the room. 

Tom’s lips moved down her neck, stopping at the junction that connected her neck and the shoulder and giving it a harsh bite. Hard enough to leave a dark-purple mark. He wanted to claim her in every way. She already had a black snake imprinted on her arm, she had invisible strings of the vow around her wrists, and she had bite marks and hand prints all over her body. 

“C’mon let’s move her”, he commanded to Michael and the blond man moaned disapprovingly. “Sharing is caring, Langdon”.  

Michael gave her a few more thrusts to enjoy the tightness of her ass and complied. Before he moved her on her back, he proudly spread her gaping hole to see the result of his work which felt incredibly humiliating to Y/N. She whimpered when both of the men quickly flipped her over and she ended up on her back with her legs spread and Riddle between them. His eyes were black now, two abysses staring into her soul. Her head was spinning. 

“What do you think, love?” he cooed, bringing his thumb to her lips and tapping on them ordering her to open her mouth. He leaned closer. She could feel his hot breath fanning over her face and the pressure of the tip of his cock at the entrance of her wet pussy. Her eyelids flattered and her cheeks turned scarlet when Riddle let the string of his saliva land on her tongue. “Take it.” 

With that command he snapped his hips, thrusting deep inside of her, making her back arch. He was pinning her to the bed with the weight of his body and she did not have any other choice but to keep taking his big, hard cock moving ruthlessly inside her velvet walls. 

“T-T-Tom”, she whimpered spreading her legs wider. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes and she extended her arms, sliding her palms down the silk sheets looking for Michael’s hand. She needed to squeeze it for support, to have something to hold onto. Langdon laced their fingers together and brought his face close to hers. 

“You look beautiful, darling”, he praised and reached his hand to her clit. His long fingers massaged firmly, sending bolts of pleasure down her spine. “Let him fuck you, be a good girl. You know you need to serve your Lords well, baby.” 

“Oh yes, such a good puppy,” Riddle muttered and closed his eyes, giving in to the pleasure of her pussy around him. So good. So tight. 

Michael’s plump lips met her parted mouth. He was kissing her lazily. He slid his tongue along her bottom lip and cupped her flushed cheeks. He brushed them with his thumbs almost lovingly. 

“Let him cum inside your pussy, baby”, he whispered, “and then I will fill your mouth, yeah?” 

As if she had a choice. She would do anything. She nodded and drew her knees to her chest allowing Riddle to go at a much deeper angle. He cussed and pushed onto her knees driving his cock in and out of her heat. His face was mere inches away from hers. He smelled like sweat and cologne. The suffocating smell of sex filled her nostrils. His hips moved at an animalistic pace, the muscles of his abdomen flexed with each thrust, and his groans indicated that he was close. 

“I’m gonna cum in her”, he panted and Y/N moaned at his words. Michael was still holding her hand, and when Riddle leaned closer and whispered, “Look at me”, all she could do was oblige. She looked at him with wide eyes feeling his cock twitching inside of her. She let out a long, low moan when after one last thrust a hot, sticky fluid spilled inside her pussy. She watched Riddle throw his head back in pure bliss, feeling his cock pulsing deep in her. She felt incredibly full. Everything was wet. When he pulled out, she winced at the stretch and from how messy it all felt. Thick drops of pearl-white cum leaked out of her folds right onto the silk sheets. 

“Keep your legs up”, Michael ordered. Y/N was in a trance. She could barely feel her legs, her heart was beating violently like a trapped bird in a cage, and her breath was still uneven. She saw Tom tiredly rolling over the other side of the bed leaving her at Langdon’s mercy. 

“Put your hands on your ass and spread your holes for me”, Langdon continued. She slowly cupped her asscheeks in her palms and very slowly parted them. It felt filthy. Her pussy quivered and pushed out another thick drop of cum. Good Lord. 

Michael reached his hand to gently tap her clit and collect some of the cum that Riddle left. He rubbed it between his long fingers and then smeared it around her tightened nipples. He grabbed his cock with his other hand and guided it into her mouth. 

“Make me cum”, his low voice sent shivers down her spine. Y/N did not have any energy in her left. She slightly turned her head, adjusting her position on the pillow to take his cock at a better angle. She parted her lips and took a deep breath. Michael did not have any patience for her to take her time and run the tip of her tongue along his head and then take it inch by inch. As soon as he felt the warmth of her mouth, he pushed his hips forward making her take it all. Y/N gasped and almost let her teeth scratch the sensitive skin. Langdon hissed and grabbed her by the hair, guiding her head. He held her in place while driving his cock in and out of her mouth. She could barely keep up with the pace, choking on the impressive length. 

“Just like that”, he approved. “Keep going.” He found particular pleasure in the noises her throat made each time he trusted into it. Her dripping saliva allowed his cock to glide easily. In and out. In and out. His eyes traveled down her body right to the spread pussy and ass that she still had on full display for him. With a low groan, Langdon pulled his cock out of her mouth and slapped her red cheeks with it. The girl was panting heavily. He was holding her by her neck as he kept rubbing the tip of his cock against her lips. 

“Good girl”, he murmured and slapped her one more time. “Stick your tongue out.”

He let go of her face but she still kept it close because she knew what was coming. Obeying to his request, Y/N took her tongue out and looked up at Michael. His nostrils flared, usually perfect locks were messy, and his broad chest was covered in sweat. She knew him so well by that time already. She could tell he was close just by the way his breath hitched. She watched him jerking himself off and the wild thought of how badly she actually wanted him to cum on her enveloped her mind. 

It was something in her eyes that could not be hidden. Something always about Michael that made her look at him in “that” particular way no matter what he and Riddle kept doing to her. Something Riddle never experienced. Something he hated the most and wanted to annihilate at its origin.

For a second, Tom Riddle wanted to break the glass with the string of memory inside of it. But instead, he squeezed it tightly in his palm and put it in the chest pocket of his gown. He will find a proper storage for this particular one. 

Suddenly a creaking sound of the door opening interrupted his thoughts. He smiled. He did not even need to turn his head to know what it was. 

“You are back my love,” Riddle smiled as the snake made its way to the armchair. Its long muscular body was strong and flexible. The snake wrapped its thick body around one of the legs and rested its giant scully head on Tom’s thigh. Its pitch-black eyes stared at him blankly. “Did you have a good hunt?”

The snake blinked. Tom’s fingers were drawing a lazy pattern on its head, it felt sleek and cool under his fingertips. How fascinating was the fact that once smart enough to come up with the plan to make fools out of the two most powerful wizards, this very head was now only capable of a primitive string of thoughts! It no longer had its identity, no recollection of the family she wanted to save so badly, no memory of Michael and him and what they used to do together, and most importantly, no memory of what she made Langdon feel. She was his loyal servant. 

“That is the price you paid, Nagini”, Riddle whispered, taking the snake’s head in his palms, his palms caressing the sides of it. He loved her new name. The name he picked for her many years ago. “Just like he paid his.” 

*In Harry Potter universe the memory extraction spell is unknown 

Author's note: I’d like to thank everyone who supported Part 1 and Part 2 of this series that I wrote 4 years ago (*whistling*). I read every single comment and ask you sent me.  Michael x reader x Tom pairing found its continuation in a plethora of drabbles and one-shots I wrote back in my active days on tumblr. The longer ones are included in my masterlist and the rest you can find in the tag #Michael x Tom x reader on my blog. Enjoy!

[ilovehavingablog]

i think im going to bail on lviv trip ugh... i feel really unsettled... and i need my therapy session tomorrow to actually happen for once. plus i don't really wanna be in lviv rn for some reason. well i actually know my reasons. and im going to kyiv soon again and id rather work on v's gobelen to finish it before that kyiv trip.

also im in debt all the time and it's annoying me, i wanted to accessory shop in lviv but like, i don't have the money for that at all tbh. also i wanted to do it w my bestie but now she won't be there bc of the news...

[gaurssulmeisters]

Esti gobelens (at Latviešu Biedrības Nams) https://www.instagram.com/p/CocbqS-IMu5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[etsygulrukh]

For just $150.00 UZBEK VINTAGE HANDMADE EMBROIDERY ORIGINAL SUZANI We are happy to represent you extremely bright, rich, multi-stylish art of Central Asian decorative embroidery - one of the outstanding arts of Central Asian region. This embroidery is to decorate different dressing gowns, dresses, scarves, tubeteika, small household items and many other things. But the most magnificent impression makes a large hand- embroidered decorative panel known as Suzani. The term «suzani» («needle», «sewing by a needle») origins from Tadjik language «suzan» - "needle". Suzani, suzane, is the decoratively embroidered panel either on a white or color cotton fabric or silk, widespread among the people of Tajikistan and Uzbekistan and used as an element of interior decoration. Suzani was a part of bride's obligatory dowry. Traditionally the embroidery started at a birth of the daughter and continued till the bride's dowry had not been completely collected. However, household use of such embroideries had also the ritual character connected with ancient beliefs in national consciousness: embroideries as a whole, and their separate patterns in people's representation had magic character, served for a young pair as a talisman against the evil spirits that could harm. The key Suzani designs are nests, flowers, images of birds, ancient magic symbols.Suzani has many classifications, such as:Joynomoz - a rug for a pray - the pray should not be made on a naked floorBolinpush - a coverlet for pillows Bishikpush - a coverlet for a cradleRuijo - a bed surface (a bed-sheet for marriage ceremony that put on a just-married couple bed)Zardevor - the embroidered friezes to ­decorate the top part of walls of a roomBugdjoma - wrap clothes and bed-clothesGulkurpa - one of two basic types of Tashkent suzani, where ornaments are­ freely located and representing a blossoming bushes or branchesKirpech - the vertical embroidery intended for curtain of an average narrow niche.Nimsuzani- the smal...

[russianhorses]

Vyatka Horse stallion Gobelen (”Tapestry“)

[akylk0]

Продолжаю разбор черновиков.

                          Dodudindon Animation Short Film (2009)

При словосочетании “французская анимация” представляется нечто такое. Изящное, красивое и с долей эротизма. Удивило, что это проект “Gobelens”. Стиль совсем на их не похож. По крайне мере, из того, что мне попадалось. Идея параллели птиц и людей хороша.

                                Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order (2019)

Когда думаешь о играх по “Звёздным войнам” ожидаешь нечто такое. А не шахматы, странный файтинг или Вейдера-скорпиона. По коридорам как со “Звезды смерти” погуляли, инопланетную живность побили, в незаконных боях поучаствовали, изучили джедайские техники, в кабине полетали, отсылки на фильмы оценили, забраков побили, по руинам древних храмов артефакты поискали, побили сбрендевшего джедая и прочих представителей Тёмной стороны, с роботом подружились, вуки спасли, на мечах подрались, на огромных животных полетали. Короче, всё, что представляешь от игры по франшизе поделали. Пока второй случай после “Дикой охоты”, когда хотелось бы поиграть самой, а не прохождения смотреть. Но понимаю, даже с возможностью хватит и “Hollow knight”.

Выглядит красиво. Хорошо приспособлен под игру антураж из фильмов. Лично мне почему-то запал в душу полёт сквозь гиперпространство, когда персонажи ведут философские беседы. Всегда хотелось походить по кораблям. Также впечатлил бой с летучей мышью. Она такая милая. Птичка тоже. Дико веселилась с бывшего джедая на Мустафаре. Он где-то раздобыл накидку Палпатина и все ужимки с ней.

Кэл Кэстис внешне похож на смесь молодых Макгрегора и Дэвида Боуи. Приятный персонаж. Когда надо серьёзен, где надо пошутит. Понравился момент с предложением сдаться в финале. Он сам понимает тщетность боя, но не может капитулировать. Дроид очень понравился. Когда они не говорят или по существу, то они классные ребята. Цере не особо понравилась. Честно, думала она окажется злодейкой в финале. Наверно потому что очень напоминает мою нудную учительницу ОПК. Будто ***** Юревну покрасили сильным автозагаром и немного нос укоротили. Даже звучит похоже. Трилла и Вторая сестра тоже не айс. У первой хороший дизайн, но обе они бросают скучные очевидные реплики злодейских злодеев. Гриз в костюме барыги очаровашка. Как и Меррин. Понравилась эта грубоватая девица. Веришь, что она хочет общаться, но в силу окружения и отсутствия навыков получается не очень. С Кэлом у них милая встреча. Ему только что говорили какие Сёстры ночи опасные и извращённые в Силе, а у него лицо будто фею из сказки увидел.

Отражение способностей джедаев интересное. Можно замедлять противника, притягивать/отталкивать. Удобно скидывать врагов в пропасть вместо боя. Также понравились следы от меча в ходе сражений на врагах.

Юмор и отсылки на месте. Нужно помочь Со Герере и периодически встречаются дроиды KS. Помимо этого во флешбеке штурмовики ждут приказа (приходит тот самый), в настоящем они “стоят выше тебя” и их “мощь вы недооцениваете”. Вообще у них весёлые разговоры. То хотят огненного жука сожрать, то ещё чего ляпнут.

Ну и конечно главная дива как всегда явилась напоследок. Знала о его появлении, но как же это круто. Не устану жаловаться на постоянное пропихивание его в сюжет, но каждое такое его появление превращает меня (мысленно) в орущую чайку с мема. Сначала Трилла чего-то осознавая, встаёт из “красного освящения Тёмной силы” в хорошее “голубое”. Тут раздаются шаги. Потом напускается туман. Из него как как айсберг выплывает Дарт Вейдер. Не знаю, кому обращена фраза о отмщении ему или Кэлу, но с появление Энакина всё отходит на второй план. В частности, он тоже просёк фишку со сбрасыванием врагов с платформы для ускорения боя. Поступок BD в момент столкновения напомнит о машинности ситха. В комиксах он воду большим объёмом раздвигал, поэтому подозреваю, в игре он просто казённый корабль берёг. Иначе как-то было просто с ним.

                  CGI 3D Animation Short Film HD POILUS (2012)

Снова ушастые на войне, но в это раз куда более трагично и реалистичнее. А ведь он просто играл “Оду к радости”…

                                     WITHIN, WITHOUT (2018)

На вечеринке девушку засасывает некая чёрная субстанция, выплёвывает и теперь героиня борется с ней же в растущих доспехах. Подозреваю, всё происходящее некая аллегория на какой-либо переход и становление. На деле малопонятно, но для дипломной работы красиво.

                              The Night (Fan Animated) (2016)

Люблю песни этого исполнителя. Клип получился под стать. Готичный и задорный. Анимация вампира шикарная. Девушка хотела только почитать, вампир, видимо как все вампиры, хотел всего и сразу за что поплатился.

[illianna]

The window looked west into the strange land of Narnia, and Jill saw the red remains of the sunset still glowing behind distant mountains. It made her long for more adventures and feel sure that this was only the beginning.

The gobelens include images of little prince Cor of Archenland and the prophet, and planting of the Protection tree by Digory and Polly.

[fuante]

http://ay.by/lot/damskaya-sumochka-gobelen-bronza-5032135063.html

[thedecordesign]

Великий гобелен Шотландии Gallery / Page Park Architects Великий гобелен Шотландии Gallery / Page Park Architects Галерея Великих гобеленов Шотландии находится в Галашилсе, в самом сердце Шотландских границ. Здание было спроектировано для размещения Великого гобелена Шотландии; уникальная визуальная ист... Подробнее: https://decor.design/velikij-gobelen-shotlandii-gallery-page-park-architects/ #Архитектура #Галашилы #КультурнаяАрхитектура #Музеиивыставки #музей #Шотландия #decordesign

[naawie]

NAAWIE’S WARDROBE 2018

1. Moi-meme-Moitie - Holy Angel 2. Moi-meme-Moitie - Sleeping Garden 3. Moi-meme-Moitie - Chandelier lace 4. Moi-meme-Moitie - Velvet Triple Tiered 5. Moi-meme-Moitie - Harpsichord Trio 6. Black Peace Now - Flower chiffon tiered skirt, Rose jacquard jacket 7. Carina e Arlequin - Classical Bouquet 8. Haenuli - Notre Dame de Paris 9. Innocent World - Charles Crown 10. Innocent World - Music Series, Lace Bolero 11. Baby, the stars shine bright - Pure Princess 12. Baby, the stars shine bright - Amaretto Ribbon 13. Alice and the Pirates - Funeral Procession of Rose 14. Alice and the Pirates - Chandelier I 15. Alice and the Pirates - Gathered Chiffon 16. Alice and the Pirates - Rose’s Prisoner in Pirates Ship 17. Alice and the Pirates - Merry Making in the Ghost Town 18. Alice and the Pirates - Rose Jail 19. Alice and the Pirates - Treasure hunt in the Mystic Island 20. Alice and the Pirates - Elizabeth Bride of the Death 21. Library gobelen (handmade) 22. Cheval de Bois - The Forbidden Forest 23. Ecailles de lune - Forest Of Pipe Organ 24. Souffle Song - Magic Night in Museum ~hidden until summer~ 25. Alice and the Pirates - Starlight Carnevale 26. Alice and the Pirates - Chandelier II 27. Moon Flower (handmade) 28. SurfaceSpell - Holy Prayer Stained glass 29. Antique Doll (replica) 30. Cosmic (replica) Outerwear: 1. Pyon-Pyon 2. Infanta 3. Alice and the Pirates - Logo Fur Jacket 4. Fanplusfriend

[ilovehavingablog]

i wanna work on my gobelen but i want to be outside... it's hugeee but i could theoretically take my frame with me and a box of yarn but idk. i would need a really secluded spot with good lighting. wish i had my own yard!

[tkani-optom65]

Гобелен-200 рис. 021 Фирма-производитель Нега Текс ( Иваново) Страна-производитель Китай Назначение Для мебели, Для штор https://tkani-optom365.ru/prodazha-tkanej/mebelnye-tkani/gobeleny/gobeleny-200/gobelen-200-ris-021/

[yourmodernplace]

Элегантный Гобелен в интерьере: сочетание со стилями, идеи оформления (+Фото). Как создать уютный дизайн своими руками? (шторы, покрывала, картины) https://modernplace.ru/gobelen-v-interere/ В основе гобелена – хорошо переплетенные разноцветные нити. Благодаря этому получаются красивые узоры. Такое изделие выходит в итоге достаточно прочным, и будет служить очень долго. Гобелен в домашнем интерьере смотрится стильно, его можно вписать практически в любое оформление комнаты. При выбор...

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RAANUT. Kullaan Kotiseutu- ja Museoyhdistys ry

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Art Work Gobelen “Tower in Lake”