of course, whether you'll remember or be aware of that fact doesn't matter all that much to cake.

after all, cake doesn't need to think about that kind of stuff.

cake just needs to look pretty. and taste nice. that's all that matters.

cool smooth icing smears all over you as you sit on the counter, coating your mind and body in its sticky sweetness.

if you're lucky, maybe you'll be decorated to look just how you used to be, a cute little reminder of what you once were.

you feel so soft and fluffy now, so light.
the timer makes a loud click as the whirring from the fans stops and the oven door swings open, but you know aren't finished yet.

it's too warm to think anymore, everything is hazey. that's okay. you don't need to think. you just needs to look pretty. and taste nice.

a gentle warmth washing over you as your body begins to gently rise, feeling lighter and fluffier with each passing second. your thoughts starting to melt away in the heat.

[inanimate tf] [maybe ID death?]

getting mixed together in a bowl and turned into cake batter, so heavy, so soft and malleable..
feeling your form fill out the edges of the tin as you're poured onto the tray before being placed in the oven. the light turning on as the door shuts behind you.

sniles >:3

rubber mitts all paws big bappers nothing there i don't care

just no hands kinda mood grrrrrr