I feel like my creative tank is dry, posting something I consider worthy of your interest every day is difficult. But, must continue making . . .
These fae are a little off even for fae. Each suffers from the delusion that it is an everyday object, say a chest or a torch. And will try to contort their little bipedal forms into some semblance of that object. They can be engaged in a rousing conversation of whsy it's like to be, say a chamber pot, or bag of coins.
Found pooled around ancient trees in sleepy swamps, touching this slime will cause it to begin taking on the form of the toucher, until a perfect copy lies, as if asleep, at their feet.
A hole that is always a few feet to the left of where you thought it was. Terrible if you drop a wand or ring in one. Watch your step.