I totally love my friend Candy right now and you should too. Why, because she has written an awesome companion piece to help me continue this story (I helped a tiny bit). She insisted that I post it so that it could be with the rest of the stories.

She's one of the first friends I made in this fandom and I am so grateful that we met. You should check out her other work. She is Aggressively Hopeful on , yourcoolfriendwithallthecandy on tumblr, and candyholic85 on DA. Go show her abundant amounts of love.

Also, it's takeover week (It's 11/23/15). Toph has had her day and today is Mai's.

Next are Sokka, Katara, Aang, Xing Ying, Zuko and Azula.

Fashion Week by Candy

Toph breathed evenly as the makeup artist put the final touches to her face. She could feel the false eyelashes on her eyelids, she could feel the concealer and foundation along with the several layers of eyeshadow. She wondered what all this makeup did, did it make her look ridiculous or ethereal or...she didn't know what to think. Ty Lee was the one who usually did her make up, but this was a much bigger show, so she had to let this other girl do it. Mai coming over and praising the make up artist for making Toph look 'kick ass' made her feel better. Toph couldn't help but grin.

Toph's assistants helped her into her first outfit and she was led to the first position, she could feel the other models behind her, their nervous energy radiating off of them but for Toph, she was simply remembering all the cues from rehearsal, she wasn't just a model, she was part entertainment for this. She could feel her long bangs, straightened but side swept, the rest of her long hair straightened and hanging like a curtain down her back.

Her and the main special effects director had gone over the sequencing and she was sure that as long as his people did their jobs, there shouldn't be a problem. La help that one guy who she could feel kept looking at her, he better do his mother fucking job and not get distracted.

"Ready?" Mai asked from back stage.

"Hell yeah," Toph answered.

"You'll do great, kick ass girl." Ty Lee encouraged from a bit farther away.

Toph nodded as she began smelling the smoke machines go off as the music began playing. It was "Dirt off your shoulder/Lying from you" collaboration from Jay-Z and Linkin Park started and Toph stepped out, feeling the heat of the spot light as she held out her hands and used simplified bending movements to bring square blocks, each side a different piece of marble glued to each side, the first color would be purple with gold flake, like she had a clue what those colors were but she could feel the numbers engraved on the underside of each side she bended the blocks from stacks along side the runway. The first, obviously being 1.

When I pretend everything is what I want it to be
I look exactly like what you always wanted to see
When I pretend, I can't forget about the criminal I am
Stealing second after second just 'cause I know I can

But I can't pretend this is the way it'll stay I'm just
Trying to bend the truth
I can't pretend I'm who you want me to be, so I'm
Lying my way from you

She heard oohs and awes as she walked the blocks began forming in front of her to create a wide walkway until she got to the end where a trap door brought up two geodes. She lifted them, swirling them around her quickly before making one switch direction so the two would smash into each other, the outer rock being smashed into dust but the crystals inside remaining intact. She bended them into fierce looking cuff bracelets on both of her wrists. The gorgeous amethysts glimmering brilliantly.

If you feelin' like a pimp then, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
People is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you
Get that dirt off your shoulder.

Toph used her hands in sync with the song and brushed the dust off her shoulders before giving the audience the middle finger and snarling before walking back. As the other girls walked down the aisle doing their classic runway walks as Toph used her bending to drop the crystals from her wrists before she got dressed in the second outfit.

By now the song had changed. This time it was "Points of Authority/99 Problems" By again Jay-Z and Linkin Park

If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Toph walked out, this time levitating the blocks and switching the blocks to no.2 side, which she was told was a red marble with black flecks and veins.

Got 'em Mike
He's got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure his casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's, "Money, Cash, Hoes"
He's from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those?

This time when Toph got to the end she felt more geodes appear. This time, three, she was wearing a black painted gold but blank necklace frame. She did her thing and smashed them together this time making two more bracelets before setting the remaining red garnets and rubies into the necklace frame then used her metal bending to secure them then, again, giving the audience the middle finger, a smirk on her lips because oh, did she feel bad ass.

If you grew up with holes in your zapatoes
You'd celebrate the minute you was havin' dough
So fuck critics, you can kiss the whole asshole
If you don't like the lyrics, you can press fast forward

Got beef with radio if we don't play they show
They don't play our hits, we don't give a shit, so
All these mags try and use our ass
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers

I don't know what you take us as
Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
From, rags to riches, we ain't dumb
We got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

The rest of the models followed her, some of them taking on her bad ass attitude.

Toph did her thing and bent all the crystals and necklace off of her as she got dressed in her third outfit. This one felt more luxurious, like a fine silk or something, this one was more like a gown as the third song played, "Big Pimpin/ Papercut" yet another colab between Jay-Z and Linkin Park. She waited for Jay-Z's part before she came out, this time switching the blocks to side to number 3. This time it was a gorgeous green marble with gold and blue flecks and veins.

You know I thug 'em, fuck 'em, love 'em, leave 'em
'Cause I don't fuckin' need 'em
Take 'em out the hood, keep 'em lookin' good
But I don't fuckin' feed 'em

First time they fuss I'm breezin'
Talkin' 'bout, what's the reasons?

I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch
Better trust than believe 'em

Toph reached the end of the runway, wearing another necklace frame, this time five emeralds were carefully encased in gold glitter and little bits of glued rock to make them look like geodes. When Toph used her bending to break these apart, the gold glitter falling around her like snow. She used her bending to put the precious gems into the necklace.

In the cut where I keep 'em
Till I need a nut, till I need to beat the guts
Then it's, beep beep and I'm pickin' 'em up
Let 'em play with the dick in the truck

Many chicks wanna put jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and split his bucks
Just because you got good head, I'ma break bread
So you can be livin' it up? Shit I

Parts with nothin', y'all be frontin'
Me give my heart to a woman?
Not for nothin', never happen
I'll be forever mackin'

Toph threw up what she was told was the NWT symbol with her hands before walking back down the runway.

Heart cold as assassins
I got no passion, I got no patience
And I hate waitin', hoe get yo' ass in

And let's ride, check 'em out now
Ride, yeah
And let's ride, check 'em out now
Ride, yeah

We doin' big pimpin', we spendin' G's
Check 'em out now, big pimpin', o D's
We doin', big pimpin' up in N.W.T.
It's just that jigga man, pimp C, an B

Toph went back stage, this time her assistant carefully taking the necklace off of her as she got dressed in her fourth outfit. The song was changing again, this time to 'Do It Like A Dude' by Jessie J.

Toph got to the beginning of the runway, this time switching the blocks to number 4, a lapis lazuli marble with gold and silver flake.

Stomp, stomp, I've arrived
Drop the beat, nasty face, why ya lookin' at me?
Flyin', flyin', flyin', flyin' through the sky
In my spaceship, I'm an alien tonight

Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty sucka
You think I can't get hurt like you, you motherfucker

Toph got to the end, this time wearing bracelet and necklace frames, this time, Kashmir sapphires had been hidden in silver and gold glitter encased in little pebbles glued together. When she smashed them together the same snow flake effect happened as she set the precious gems into their places on her wrists and around her neck.

I can do it like a brother, do it like a dude
Grab my crotch, wear my hat low like you
Do it like a brother, do it like a dude
Grab my crotch, wear my hat low like you

Toph made of show of grabbing her crotch through what she assumed were blue leather pants with one hand and flipping off the audience with the other, another snarl on her face as she stuck her chin up in defiance before turning and walking back down the runway.

We can do it like the man'dem, man'dem
We can do it like the man'dem, sugar, sugar, sugar
We can do it like the man'dem, man'dem
We can do it like the man'dem, sugar, sugar, sugar

Boom, boom, pour me a beer
No pretty drinks, I'm a guy out here
Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' money like a pimp
My B-I-T-C-H is on my dick like this

Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty sucka
You think I can't get hurt like you, you motherfucker

Toph let her assistants take off the jewelry, the gemstones were getting larger and heavier and gold frames were getting thicker and little trickier to manipulate easily. But Toph powered through, she could do this.

The fifth outfit was put on as the song changed again, this time "Rockstar 101" by Rhianna. This one was tricky, this time Toph would be wearing black lingerie most of it lace but with black leather components, giving her a sense of empowerment.

I told ya, I told ya
I told ya, baby, baby
Uh, uh, I told ya, baby
Uh-oh, uh, uh, I told ya, baby

Uh-oh, I told ya, baby
Uh-oh, uh, uh, I told ya, baby
Uh-oh, uh, uh, I told ya, baby
Uh-oh, uh, uh, I told ya

Toph got out on the beginning of the runway, changing the blocks to side number 5, a gorgeous black marble.

Got up in the club, posted in the back
Feeling so good, looking so bad
Rocking this skirt, rocking this club
Got my middle finger up, I don't really give a fuck

This time Toph walked down the whole runway with her middle fingers drawn.

Rocking these diamonds, I'm rocking this chain
Make sure you get a picture, I'm rocking my fame
To be what you is, you gotta be what you are
The only thing I'm missing is a black guitar

I'm a rockstar, hey baby
I'm a rockstar, hey baby
Big city, bright lights
Sleep all day, up all night

Baby, I'm a rockstar
Hey baby, I'm a rockstar
Hey baby, it's big cities, bright lights
Sleep all day, up all nights

Baby I'm a
Oh, baby I'm a, oh, baby I'm a
Oh, baby I'm a, oh, baby I'm a
Oh, baby I'm a, oh, baby I'm a
Oh, baby I'm a, hey, hey, hey

Six inch walker, big shit talker
I never play the victim, I'd rather be a stalker
So baby take me in, I'll disobey the law
Make sure you frisk me good, check my panties and my bra

Toph brazenly caressed herself as several black diamonds encased in black glitter this time black crushed onyx was the encasement. She crushed them together and set the gems into the placements on her revealing attire, before reaching for a black whip, the handle was encrusted in black diamonds as well, she whirled it around her head before snapping it, the crack was exceedingly satisfying, especially when a small yelp from Mr. Glue Eyes followed it, she may or may not have aimed for him. Even if his cologne was amazing.

Wildin' out a crazy house with my white jacket on
Won't you come and sign me out?
To be what you is, you gotta be what you are
The only thing I'm missing is a black guitar

Toph walked triumphantly back down the runway, really exaggerating the sway of her hips since the thong underwear didn't leave anything to the imagination. She also may have slapped her own ass before disappearing to change into her last outfit. This time a white leather ensemble with white lace and pearl detail.

The song changed for the last time to "Numb/Encore" by Jay-Z and Linkin Park.

Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind

Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y'all to roar

Toph stood at the beginning, this time switching the blocks again to the last side, a sparkling white marble, enhanced with swarfski crystals embedded inside.

Now what the hell are you waitin for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga make some noise

Get em Jay

Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me that
The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at
Can't none of y'all mirror me back
Yeah hearin me rap is like hearin G. Rap in his prime
I'm, young H.O., rap's Grateful Dead
Back to take over the globe, now break bread
I'm in, Boeing jets, Global Express
Out the country but the blueberry still connect
On the low but the yacht got a triple deck
But when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep
Grand openin, grand closin
God your man Hov' cracked the can open again
Who you gon' find doper than him with no pen
just draw off inspiration
Soon you gon' see you can't replace him
with cheap imitations for DESE GENERATIONS

Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y'all to roar

Toph could feel the heavy crown frame on her head, the heavy bracelet frames and the necklace frame around her neck as a couple dozen large diamonds awaited her at the end of the runway, white alabaster encased them with white shimmering diamond dust around them. The crowd cheered as the diamonds revealed themselves, Toph gently setting them in her tiara, necklace and bracelets, in that order.

Now what the hell are you waitin for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga make some noise

What the hell are you waiting for

Toph held up her hands and flipped the audience off again, this time a real toothy grin on her face, she walked back, flipping off everyone on her way back to the back as the other models followed suit.

Look what you made me do, look what I made for you
Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you
When you first come in the game, they try to play you
Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you
From Marcy to Madison Square
To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yea)
As fate would have it, Jay's status appears
to be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye
When I come back like Jordan, wearin the 4-5
It ain't to play games witchu
It's to aim at you, probably maim you
If I owe you I'm blowin you to smithereeens
Cocksucker take one for your team
And I need you to remember one thing (one thing)
I came, I saw, I conquered
From record sales, to sold out concerts
So muh'fucker if you want this encore
I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore

Mai and Toph walked down the runway one last time together. Both of them waiving to the crowd as they all gave a standing ovation.

For the after party everyone wanted to interview both Mai and Toph, Mai for being an industry leader for including a non conventional bender who was blind no less, in her runway show. Toph chewed them out for saying she was 'non conventional' just because she was blind, that fashion and clothing were for everyone and who did they think they were, saying such an outright ridiculous and ignorant thing. Mai simply smiled triumphantly as the interviewer stumbled and stammered all over themselves.

"That's why she's my lead model, this interview is over," Mai concluded as she moved on to the next group, who had overheard the former interview and were much more conscientious in their questions.

After the last show, Toph finally felt like she owed Mr. Glue Eyes an apology for whipping him, literally every show. She also wanted to thank him for all the work he'd done. Mai said that he was to one who figured out how to make the jewelry designs work and had done all of that delicate work by hand.

Toph went back to the event space as the crew was cleaning up. She knew him by his cologne even though they were never introduced.

"Hey," Toph said after the final show as he was breaking down the stage.

He didn't answer her but it was like she could tell he was smirking.

"I'm sorry I kept whipping you, but you need to keep your eyes on your job, not on me numb nuts." Toph apologized/ reprimanded.

"It's ok, I should be used to it by now," He finally said.

Toph's unseeing eyes grew wide as a sudden realization hit her like a ton of bricks. Oh god, it was Sokka! He had been Mr. glue eyes, he had changed his work boots to a thicker soled pair so she couldn't make it out that it was him, he had changed his shampoo and cologne. Oh she felt a flurry of mixed emotions, oh god he had seen her in that revealing lingerie. Well he had seen her naked plenty of times before that but still, this was different. What did he think of her now?

"You did a good job, see you later Toph," He said as casually as he could manage before patting her arm and leaving to pack stuff up. Leaving Toph standing there, trying to remember how to breathe. He shouldn't have had this effect on her but he did. Damn him and damn her own self for having these mixed feelings and emotions.

"Surprised?" Mai drawled as she had stood a bit farther back to watch the interchange.

"Did you plan this? Did you hire him?" Toph demanded accusingly.

"You know I only work with the best Toph. He was the perfect man for the job." Mai defended calmly.

Toph couldn't even argue anymore, becoming more flustered than ever.