Technically speaking: you don't need me to skydive, but you do need me to skydive twice...!

In the realm of confections, where sweetness meets dream, A silky cloak wraps a cake's gleam. With a gentle swirl, it curtsies and bows, A luscious muse for bakers' vows.

I can get you in or get you fined, Either way, I ruin your time. Smile at the show or grit your teeth. Name me!

I'm made of nature, but I'm not alive. I'm flexible, and I can fly. I can be a swan or a butterfly. I can also come with colored lines.

I'm stuck in a loop, always the same, but different everytime. My cargo don't. The name you know me by is a nickname, my real one tells you I'm public. Standard fare, really.